1. The New Yorker who walks in like they are God’s gift to this shithole bar, ordering top shelf booze, wearing a fur vest, and generally being too good for whatever is going on. 2.
The kid who takes drinking games way too seriously. You’re scared to play him in beer pong not because he’s good, but because he will freak out if he loses.
Maybe this makes me brave.
This will work. Trust me.
Every country has its peculiarities, and it’s not until you’ve lived there for a while that you begin to see and understand them. As an American living in Italy, I’ve had a year to watch the people around me, and there are definitely things I have noticed.
You’re obviously down to drink in celebration of a major game, but you never know who you’re playing, and you could not care less about the outcome.
You also find out who your true friends are.
It’s freeing, getting drunk on a Monday. One of those spontaneous, semi-reckless, but absolutely necessary decisions.
Bar patrons think they are slick by ordering a drink and asking for less ice. For example, ordering a gin and tonic with little ice means more tonic. If you want more gin, it’ll cost you.
Come with cash.