The clown to the left of me waves his freshly rolled cigarette around, hand attached, as he glorifies the mundane events of days gone past and the joker to the right, a girl, eyes glazed over, expressionless, paws her half-drunk pint of peach cider. Seated quietly, motionless and lost, I eye the blackness of the liquid before me. The creamy head beckoning. The out-of-place red lampshade with gold tassels , which oddly reminds me of an old western whore house or Barney, draws my quickly diminishing attention as it comes up in conversation and it occurs to me, as moments of clarity often do, randomly and incoherently, that right now, somewhere in the depths of Xanadu Kane ponders the fate of his vast empire as he looks in the mirror, not recognizing the beaten old face staring back, probably questioning the decisions that brought him to the “most humble day of (his) life”. A shame Welles did not live long enough to see the mortal embodiment of his greatest creation. Thoughts give way to alcohol and conversation to music. As the energy fades the scenery changes and four knuckles to the face remind me to run.
I cannot guarantee I’ll be frequent cause , frankly, I’m unreliable or it’ll be interesting cause what in life is except to yourself but there will be drinking, oh boy will there be drinking. And somewhere down the line there might even be gems of information about the various bars/restaurants in Melbourne but mostly there’ll be drinking.
I, like many others I’m sure, simply enjoy a cold drink at the end of a long tiresome day and more so if said drink happens to be of the alcoholic variety and if I didn’t have to wait till the end of the day to have it.
Drinking, like travelling , is not about the destination but the journey; the senseless rituals, the wild posturing, the ogling of the natives, the strangers that become friends and the friend that takes you home. It’s all these things and more. Sure I lament the passing of the three martini lunch and hope the growing popularity of Mad Men will bring it back but most off all I just want to share a passion – and be content in that sharing as this blog is not likely to get me laid anytime soon.
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