I had a beer party today in which the biggest game played was charades, or so i felt. Some of us were playing charades, others battleship and still others, uno. To avoid sounding overtly vague, the first 2 games involved some form of guessing and strategising. The last game is just a matter of throwing cards out.
The beer party was held first in crystal jade and then at tcc. I had initially thought that i was going for a reunion dinner but i found out that it was too late for that and the wheat had all turned into beer. There were some phototaking and conversation going on and everything seemed fine. Since we were kinda all playing charades, that feeling didn't last very long. I blame myself for letting the situation end on such a sour note, but i guess i didn't understand beer talk and beers don't understand what i'm saying. 2 hours and all i have to show for it are 2 photos with people, 2 photos of food, a purse that is 20 dollars lighter, a stomach too full of food.
Amidst the festive atmosphere, the fumes from the beer where choking me. Hoping against hope, i had tried to search among the beer barrels to seek out the wheat. Sadly, they were far and few.
To all of you out there, here's a word of advise from me:
Don't let your friendship( if you value it) turn from wheat to beer. All it takes is neglect (time), yeast (intrusion) and your wheat will ferment into beer. The process is irreversible and the product, rotten. A "wheat" friendship nourishes and grows. A "beer" friendship? High maintainence, empty calories and inflicts pain if consumed for long periods of time.
To my wheat turned beer friends or so i believe: " Thanks for the memories, they were great. Will we be creating more?"
Consumed Ciaoz
dreamt of @ 11:13 pm
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"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trials because when he stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him." James 1:12
"Oh, nothing can happen more than once,
But all things must happen one day
Over hill and dale, over wood and stream,
My dying voice will blow away... " The Neverending story
"Walk by Faith, Not by sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
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