I had my first beer today after 60 days of being on the high-and-dry wagon.
I didn’t need it.
Really. I didn’t.
But I took it all the same to show that my period of abstinence had ended.
So there it was, 1 pint and a bit more of dark beer and a golden Tiger: sweet, fizzy and kind of cloying.
It wasn’t as flavourful nor as amazing as I thought it’d be.
In fact, the beer bit into my stomach and it churns and churns and churns (although I think that a meal of ma la beef 麻辣牛肉 might have caused the gurgles). Regardless, the drink was a psychologically satisfying reward.
Best to mark the end of cold turkey days and as good bye to chug-a-lug beers.