sobota, 28 maja 2011

As if I was a queen ;)


Who said that beer needs to be served in an unsexual can, a heavy bottle, an unhandy mug or - the worst case scenario - an ordinary glass? (I used the same opening last time - am I getting into a rut? Hope not!)
Those smart ones must have noticed my aversion towards the aforementioned containers. Those who are none too clever probable shouldn't be reading it ;p
So yes! What I pour my beer, wine, vodka (?) in is of the same importance as the alcohol itself and I swear to God that shape does make a difference (whereas size - in this case - doesn't ;)). The same wine served in two different glasses doesn't taste the same.
I can't say, tough, that a beer needs a fancy glass and actually the wine glass presented here wasn't a must at all. However, they were the only 'reasonable' containers we had and they were big enough to hold the whole can of beer (I still maintain that size doesn't matter - not that I suffer from any inferiority complex ;p)


Only in black and white does the Queen look serious and dignified ;)

My beloved brother Ricardo (m ɪ ʃ j ə !!) once said: 'Tyskie ponad wszystkie' ;) and he quiet clearly highlighted the beer's position and splendour among other Polish beers. Since Tyskie is said to be royal it seems blatant for both the glass and the drinker to maintain the status. Well, you can see the sophistication of the glass with your own eyes and I guess nobody would ever question my queen-like manners ;)
So this is how we spiced up our conversation about lovers, boyfriends-to-be, ex-boyfriends, boys, guys, mates, men and louts ;) sitting on a balcony on the ninth floor with the wind blowing and the music playing in the distance.
Cause sometimes I feel like girls ;D
cause sometimes it's advisable to downgrade this and that
cause sometimes it is well-seen to use something unused
cause it is open-minded to look at the world from the ninth-floor perspective
cause it broadens your mind to understand how to pour the sand*

* Hold it loosely with an open hand - the sand remains where it is.
The tighter you grasp it the faster it trickles through your fingers.