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Because alliteration never gets old. So what happened? What was the second half of the story I never gave the first half to? Well upon getting much encouragement from my friend Takashi as to what I should do (and offering several times to write me reference letters) I said to him that we should go and say goodbye in a very traditional American manner which was letting me buy him a beer.
Now mind you he had previously said he was a fan of Guinness, and although I don't find Guinness to be that bad, I prefer something with a little more flavor (yes I realize saying such will earn me a verbal evisceration from the people who stumble across this). Upon directing us to a bar I can imagine he has never had the stray thought telling him to enter, I buy two pints of Shinerbock and requisition some darts.
To say the least he enjoyed the beer, which I had previously likened to kirin ichiban shibori, and said that it had great flavor. Sadly like most beers, it is best out of the tap and so I wager he'll never have this again since it is a local brew and I doubt it exists much outside Texas (or at least I've not heard tales of it much outside Texas). After several rounds of darts we finish our pints and go to meet his next conversation partner.
Now here is where my special talent of taking people up on stray thoughts comes into play. When we reach his next conversation partner Takashi is definitely a little relaxed (he's a 37 yearold Japanese man about my height with far less bodymass, I'm not even sure what the American College Drinking Index says about his ability to make rational decisions at this point) and upon explaining that we had just had a pint Lauren says the following fateful words, "Awww, you should have invited me! I want a beer, I could use one."
For the two people who will read this you can see where this is going. "Well then! Lets go get more beer!" I say as if the situation had been self-evident, our charge being handed down from on high as an edict from the Great Pink Dodo. And without a word of objection, ok maybe a small astonished look of disbelief on Takashi's face, we merrily stroll back to the bars for pints at happy hour. Which turned into a couple hours, and beer and french fries and darts was had. Takashi is the luckiest bastard, and a very good friend.
P.S. Of the two things he said he likes and will miss about Texas, one was his friends from this class, and the other was Shinerbock. I glow with german settler ancestral pride.
Now mind you he had previously said he was a fan of Guinness, and although I don't find Guinness to be that bad, I prefer something with a little more flavor (yes I realize saying such will earn me a verbal evisceration from the people who stumble across this). Upon directing us to a bar I can imagine he has never had the stray thought telling him to enter, I buy two pints of Shinerbock and requisition some darts.
To say the least he enjoyed the beer, which I had previously likened to kirin ichiban shibori, and said that it had great flavor. Sadly like most beers, it is best out of the tap and so I wager he'll never have this again since it is a local brew and I doubt it exists much outside Texas (or at least I've not heard tales of it much outside Texas). After several rounds of darts we finish our pints and go to meet his next conversation partner.
Now here is where my special talent of taking people up on stray thoughts comes into play. When we reach his next conversation partner Takashi is definitely a little relaxed (he's a 37 yearold Japanese man about my height with far less bodymass, I'm not even sure what the American College Drinking Index says about his ability to make rational decisions at this point) and upon explaining that we had just had a pint Lauren says the following fateful words, "Awww, you should have invited me! I want a beer, I could use one."
For the two people who will read this you can see where this is going. "Well then! Lets go get more beer!" I say as if the situation had been self-evident, our charge being handed down from on high as an edict from the Great Pink Dodo. And without a word of objection, ok maybe a small astonished look of disbelief on Takashi's face, we merrily stroll back to the bars for pints at happy hour. Which turned into a couple hours, and beer and french fries and darts was had. Takashi is the luckiest bastard, and a very good friend.
P.S. Of the two things he said he likes and will miss about Texas, one was his friends from this class, and the other was Shinerbock. I glow with german settler ancestral pride.