Unfortunately this is the end of my Sober Rhi series, because Sober Rhi went out on Friday night to a charity beer festival and, despite planning not to drink, did infact, end up having cider. I have a plausible explanation for this: my reasoning is that on entry the important people in the beer t-shirts told us we had to pay £5 for a pint glass (into which we would get all of our drinks, at which point I was thinking non-alcoholic ones) like we'd expected BUT THEN they informed us of an additional £5 charge for tokens to get drinks inside the venue as the bars weren't taking any physical coins or notes.
Even if I was on a wild apple-juice bender in Somerset I would certainly not end up spending £5 on the stuff.
And this is why I decided that it would be worth it to drink, to get my money's worth.
In my defense, I stuck to the cider (a sweet strawberry one was available much to my delight) and had a brilliant night and didn't feel rotten the next day at all.
In conclusion, you can have an amazing time whilst drinking a moderate responsible amount of alcohol and wake up without feeling overly rubbish or tired and not have to spend very much either - AND you remember the whole evening clearly. Bish bash bosh real good tosh
On another note, I've spent my weekend planning an essay, searching for hot dogs on the other side of campus to no avail, and learning Harry Potter riffs on the ukulele. I plan to go to sleep before half 11 tonight after watching some more Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (thank you oh goddess of comedy and life Tina Fey) and reading some more of Longbourn, which is pretty strange to read at the moment as the character is walking through the streets of Lancaster at the point I've reached. I wonder if I've passed the author on the street as she lives here (or she did at the time of print anyway).
Even if I was on a wild apple-juice bender in Somerset I would certainly not end up spending £5 on the stuff.
And this is why I decided that it would be worth it to drink, to get my money's worth.
In my defense, I stuck to the cider (a sweet strawberry one was available much to my delight) and had a brilliant night and didn't feel rotten the next day at all.
In conclusion, you can have an amazing time whilst drinking a moderate responsible amount of alcohol and wake up without feeling overly rubbish or tired and not have to spend very much either - AND you remember the whole evening clearly. Bish bash bosh real good tosh
On another note, I've spent my weekend planning an essay, searching for hot dogs on the other side of campus to no avail, and learning Harry Potter riffs on the ukulele. I plan to go to sleep before half 11 tonight after watching some more Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (thank you oh goddess of comedy and life Tina Fey) and reading some more of Longbourn, which is pretty strange to read at the moment as the character is walking through the streets of Lancaster at the point I've reached. I wonder if I've passed the author on the street as she lives here (or she did at the time of print anyway).
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