Really, last night was pretty much the first time I ever drank beer. I’ve had numerous opportunities before for beer, even free, but I never drank it. I guess peer pressure, and a friend who wouldn’t take “No” for an answer, finally did me in. The secret is apparently to not sip, but to take a good swallow.
Today I still felt the taste in my mouth. And I don’t know if there is a hint of a craving for it. Which doesn’t make sense since I much preferred the Shirley Temple I had after the beer.

I have no shame.