An evening with the Beer

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Drinking of alcohol brings sudden rush of blood flowing into ur head which sometimes becomes out of control. So be careful when u do it and do it at your own risk. Parental guidance strongly recommended.

Okay, for quite a days i have been freaking obsessed with beers and its not just one variety, I have tried almost all of them available on this earth. The weather is getting colder day by day in Waterloo and nobody can survive it unless he takes something hard. As i have quit vodkas and rum (when i say quit, i mean i take them occasionally in parties and thats it, nowhere else), beers are the only form of liquid remaining to stick to. I know its a pathetic condition but its better to have something than nothing.

Well, here is the deal. When you are out of touch from all sorts of hard drinks and you grab yourself a 6 beer crate from the nearest store, I can hardly imagine how one would be going for it.

• Option 1: As soon as you park your car in the parking spot, you dont even care how you parked it, you rush to your room, slam the door side open and jump onto the couch, get hold of the TV remote, put on some good rock music channel and even then amidst the noise of the music on TV you are able to hear the sound of the top flip ripping out of one of the beer cans. Aaaw man!! u feel as if u are on cloud nine

• Option 2: You park your car very cautiously as if you gonna get a ticket if you dont put it in the right spot, u stroll hazily with the beer crate towards ur room, when u are at the doors, you suddenly remember that u have forgotten the keys at the office desk, you head back to the office when everybody has left to their sweet homes, when you are at ur desk u just get tempted to open up ur computer and check few official mails, as soon as u do that u realize that u are pretty fucked up and u got all sorts of crazy works pending, u keep ur hands off the crate of beers and there u go working till late night, you come back home again with a lazy and tired walk, open up the doors and directly hit the cozy bed and when u wake up in the morning, u realize O'holy fuck, i left the beers at the office..shit man!! m screwed.

I guess nobody wants to get into the 2nd situation. So, as soon as u park the car, be pretty much sure to rush into the couch.

Anyways, there was a time and it doesnt date too back, when i considered beer to be a form of Horse urine. I mean it smelled like that and it tasted too. Well, ask any of the first time drinkers and they would have the same opinion. But then, somebody said correctly, when you are damn thirsty even hot coffee gives u the same sensation as if u are gulping down some freezing iced water. Another reason to take the side of beer would be that I have heard it helps u gain some weight.

So, yesterday night I cannot even believe that i could possibly have taken the entire 6 cans all of my own which i get to know in the morning when i see the empty cans lying here and there around the couch. Wow!!! I knew my strength and it was hardly half a bottle of mild beer in india. Dont know how come that capacity increased all of a sudden without even an occurrence of surprise pukes. That felt good after a long time.

But most important thing that i noticed in the morning with all senses intact is two of the cans were not in the round shape at all. They were twisted, squeezed and the top portion freaking ripped apart. O'boy, Can somebody be so much desperate in not even leaving the last few drops in the cans? I still wonder whose spirits got inside of me yesterday !! Still a question