bother, it's blubber time

What is this thing about let’s have a beer? Am i missing something here?

I’ve known him for three days. Three days of talking on the phone, trying to co ordinate how do we work together on this project, what’s it going to cost me etc.

Then this morning we meet, so I can hand over my part of the stuff to him. He turns out to be bright eyed and pretty mad . Versus the strange racoon eyed, monosyllabic person i was expecting (don’t know why, that’s the image his name gave me).

Anyway so we get along just fine, and I hand him the work. And he says cool, i’ll finish the rest, you come to my place and see if what i’ve done works for you.

Which is the done thing. See the work, discuss it, and split.

Then in the evening he calls, “ Come at six tomorrow, and I have beer at home.”

But dude, I don’t drink, hardly really. And beer, hate the stuff.

But I don’t say it. Thinking maybe it’s just the polite thing to say.

Then again we talk at night on how far the work has progressed and he says, “ Okay, see ya tomorrow and we’ll have beer okay. I'm chilling the stuff”

Okay. No, actually not okay, I hate beer. It makes me feel burpy and horribly sleepy.

But again, I laugh like I’m so cool and drink gallons of beer all the time and say cool.

Shit. What is with this beer thing? The other day I go for a recording, and the voice over artist says, Let’s meet in bandra for a beer.

No, no, no.

Let’s meet in Bandra for Sula Rose. Let’s meet in Bandra for Ivy Chenin Blanc. Or heck, if it is that bad let’s meet in Bandra for a rum and coke, so I can peacefully pass out after that.

Damn. Working class people and their preoccupation with beer.

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