It all began with…
21 years:
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| That's me with a representation of my one-true-love aka my bicycle. |
You may know this, you may not - but on your birthday every year (unless you have some sort of magical twice-a-year event) many establishments will give you free goodies! How lovely is that? So naturally, I took it upon myself that day to bask in the free glories as much as possible. I call it deserved mooching.
That's a free bagel (with added extra accoutrements by me) and mocha cappuccino.
And here's the product of one of my presents: a milk frother! I am in love with frothed milk, I have no idea why. I would probably drink warm, frothed milk on the daily if I really wanted.
And now the moment you have all been waiting for with undoubtably baited breath…
(that's baited alright)
THE SIP!
THE verdict:
Pear cider actually tastes surprisingly good! Slightly fermented-fizz on top of a nice light and fruity base with minimal perceivable alcohol to ruin the experience. (It actually was quite high;
6-point-something which is a lot by my standards!)
THE friends:
THE me (at the BOGO free froyo birthday special)
Being the big 2 - 1 is looking to be a pretty good age after all. Although despite many people's best attempts, I still sort of hate alcohol, and really don't appreciate bars. As a college student, this grants me many looks of confusion and concern (as illustrated by the gentleman below).
Still, that can't get me down! A birthday puts you on the top of the world! (or at least the top of a very slippery and treacherous metal sculpture…)
Join me in the next post for:
Adventures in Alcohol part 2: The Unexpected Bartender!
