The weekend is on its last breath, and since I still feel some of its consequences, I think the only right thing to write of, is the reason why I feel like I do.
OK, as some of you know- I was never shy of having a drink or two (or more -haha). But there's something about bars back home that make them the easiest place to let go of any breaks. I mean- pubs of Ireland, are great. Outdoor caffes (that's right- alcohol can be served in caffes in here) on the banks of Ljubljanica river in summer just as good if not better. But small and simple watering holes of home are simply without any competition. There's something in the air, that makes you relax. The way people speak that makes you welcome. I guess I could apply Cheers theme song to my little drinkin' theory ("Sometimes you wanna go, where everybody knows your name,..."). But the fact is that even complete strangers get the feeling of being in some familiar place, and they tend to come back. I guess the best reason would be, that those bars are essentially village public houses. Virtually everybody knows anybody. They know your name, they know your parents, where you come from, what you do... And nobody is shy of getting ridicously pissed, since he/she saw most of everybody else being pissed as well. And you're usually surrounded with at least some people getting into same state anyway. Nobody is afraid of engaging complete stranger in a dialogue, as long as they find a language to communicate in, and the person shows interest in conversation.
Anyway. Feel like healing my liver, the next weekend's in only 5 days... ;-)
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So still having hard weekends and mineral water weekdays? Don't get too rusty my friend - March is starting!
Although alcohol does reduce language and cultural differences, I agree with your little drinkin' theory - at least everyone knows that you wouldn't go read bible with anyone ;)
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