Saturday night has arrived in Australia, and as one could guess, I’ve had a couple of beers on my dinner date with Mr. Patrick. Oh, was it a good one; it was the kind of dinner where you almost feel in pain at every step back to the train station because you are too stuffed from all the delicious food and drink you’ve downed.
Even though I really want to tell you about what I ate and drank at the Local Taphouse — they do have 20 beers on tap — that is probably something I should save for WhyGo Australia.
My next thought was to talk about the beer I’ve drunk around the world, or perhaps the drinking games I’ve played in hostels, but then again… it’s Saturday. Not only is it the least popular time to put out blog posts, you would all probably be too drunk by the time you read it to understand it. So, I’m going to save those in my arsenal for a better time in the future.
Instead, I’ll leave you with this short little bit to chew on:
If a backpacker is traveling through Europe and doesn’t have any beer, would he make a sound?