@Kagus: try Southern Comfort, my drink of choice! Or Jägermeister. Both are deliciously tasty drinks that still pack enough of a punch to get you fucked up good and proper. I'm sure both feature in a variety of weird-ass fancy cocktails, too.
...Speaking of cocktails, the other day as I walked through the city to buy acrylic paint, I decided to take a slightly different route through the city, along a street I can't remember being down before. Y'know, just in case there was anything interesting to be seen.
Sure enough, my instincts paid off: I shortly spot this wonderful old building with the words "Mac's 1853" emblazoned upon it.
I wasn't sure what it was at first, perhaps some sort of fancy restaurant? I stopped and admired it from across the street for a moment, then decided to venture inside on my way back and see whether they served beer within.
At first I was apprehensive, anticipating some frightfully-posh, expensive affair where hipsters and yuppies battled for supremacy, but once I reached the doors a calming vibe of coziness washed over me. Sure, inside there were plenty of brazenly professional types who cause painful levels of boredom just from a glance at them, but I got a $7.50 schooner of some only-mildly-awful beer (as usual when failing to recognise anything on tap, I asked for the "most bitter" beer) and chatted to the bartender about the building for a moment before finding a seat and admiring the reasonably old interior.
...Oh yeah, I'm rambling. Shit. Point is, they also apparently have a cocktail bar upstairs, licensed 'til 5AM with a wrap-around verandah on the front, all nicely restored to preserve its antiquity. I would have gone upstairs for a look, but there was a "no drinks past this point" sign at the foot of the stairs and by the time I'd forced down my beer I was impatient to get going.
I guess I know where to take people if they ever feel a strange urge to drink cocktails in the CBD.
In other Drunk news: I pitched the idea to my housemate earlier of taking their car to the nearest Liquorland (which is a fair hike away, quite a considerable distance especially if carrying a heavy load) and purchasing an amazingly cheap 30-tin slab of actually-decent-tasting beer for just $38, just in time for the weekend, but sadly their car is "in shop", on this day of all days.
I am currently trying to work up the nerve to trek over there on foot and lug a bounty of beer back myself. I mean, I'm a lot stronger and fitter than I was the last time I tried such a thing... I still worry that I'd have to stop and rest along the way, though. It's a lot further than any other distance I've carried a slab. Hmmm. Or maybe, I could go to a further-away Liquorland that has a bus between here and there - but then that's a whole new level of awkwardness, having to lug a big box o' beer onto a bloody bus.
Maybe I'll warm to the idea a bit once I finish my current beer.
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