Beer Conquest

But we did nothing, absolutely but kiss that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer!
I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick.                                                                                                                                             Bran Van 3000

I woke up this morning with the sunshine glaring down on me in Glasgow. I think to myself that I better appreciate it before the snow and ice hits us, and charge those beer gardens like a knight in the Christian Conquest. Beer is my theological aspirations on a sunny day, and I’m already texting my friends while I’m contemplating this thought:

“Wassup?? Fancy a bud,” I put on the American undertones. My friends will get – we were all that era for the Bud adverts.

“You have to take yourself seriously,” my lecturer’s voice rings in my ear. “I don’t want to see you stuck…”

‘In a dead end job,’ is what she is implying. I’ve been there before as I worked bars twelve hours a day, for middle aged man that had too much money to spend. I waited tables and lathered on the charm for a ‘fiver and hour’ and a £2 tip, for ladies that lunched and downed the prosecco. It wasn’t worth it and that is why I took up education again.

Why does it have to be so sunny during the Easter break? In a city where there is more rainfall than people – it is bloody typical, that is what it is.

‘Just a wee drink today, then I’ll properly get into my revision,’ I procrastinate. Yes, I justified it to myself.

I woke up again this morning and the sun is glaring into my eyes. Yes, that ‘Chrisitan Knight’ is already beginning their conquest to the pubs. It wasn’t my fault today as I received a text from another friend:

“Coming out to play? That homemade lager we brewed is ready ;).”

This is going to be a wild one – I can just feel it. I’ve drank to her health over homemade brews, I’ve drank to her health in the pubs, so much so I have ruined my own health. Damn me, I’m charging anyway – CHARGE!

Not my fault, definitely not my fault today. Every student doesn't revise on sunny days, like we are all allergic to books while the sunshine tempts us out of our study corners. Yes, I justified it to myself.

I wake up this morning (is it daytime already?) and it is misty, grey skies: the sun is trying its hardest to glint through those clouds and tempt me from my cave. No longer that Christian Knight – I am more Dracula, peeking out the bat cave. I’m all bleary-eyed, blotchy red and I think I have a sty.

“Jesus,” I catch a glimpse in that reflection. The reflection into my mind and the deeper I delve – the more terrified I become. “Back to bed, revision another day.”