I recently did something that I had never done before-I bought alcohol for a buncha friends. This may not seem too strange to you, dear readers-after all, this is college-but imbibing spirits has not generally been my pastime at this pristine learning institution. I have watched so many lives ruined by alcohol (alcoholism runs in my family) that I adopted a hard-line stance on it from the beginning. I didn't get drunk on my twenty-first birthday, my first drink was so gross I didn't finish it, and the first drink I ever finished, a pint of Guinness, was more for show than enjoyment.
And here I was, legally buying alcohol, trembling with my new, digitally scanned Illinois Drivers License in hand. The guy carded me before I even came close to the counter. I'm surprised he believed I was old enough, even with this newfangled license-I sure didn't believe I was old enough.
We went back to the dorm and drank our Pete's Summer Brew (they were out of Pete's Wicked Ale-which I am told is mighty tasty). I continued to have a conversation with myself about what this meant. Visions of just relaxing with friends having a social drink danced in my head. And with yummy aftertaste in my mouth and Pete's in my hand, I entered my brain for a long needed chat.
I couldn't believe that I bought into all the images that our consumerist capitalist society had spoon-fed me from day one. Come home from a hard day of work and toss one back with the boys. Take a load off-have a drink. You owe it to yourself. Every image that every advertisement for alcohol I had ever seen came back to me.
Sadly, I believed them.
I haven't quite settled this with myself yet. I have vowed to never, ever get drunk (I think it would be destructive because I would enjoy it too much), but I get sweaty and even a little dizzy from one bottle of beer. So I am really keeping an eye on myself.
For what? Why should I dance with the devil in the pale barlight? It's pretty stupid to tread the line that is so obviously there.
Until I make a final decision as to how much this whole beer thing will be part of my life, I raise my glass to you.
After all, I really like how Summer Brew tastes.
At least, I think I do.
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