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[rebness]

So I'm walking through Liverpool city centre with three lads around my age as the sun sets on a beautiful Saturday. The following conversation happens:

Friend #1: Where should we go to, then? Alma de Cuba? Revolution? The Tea Factory?
Friend #2: Oh, yeah! I could really do with a pot of Assam tea.
Becky: The hell?
Friend #1: I'm getting Earl Grey.
Friend 3#: English Breakfast.

And all I could think was, I hope they have mint tea there.

I was far too excited at my pot of tea. I enjoyed the following dinner party too much. I enjoyed talking about mortgages and science and Japanese lessons. I don't recall exactly when the spectre of middle-class, middle-age values started creeping up on my social group, but it's rather alarming that I'm grateful to be able to cast off the clubbing for wine-tasting and parlour music. It's so much more civilised, sweetie darling.

Comments

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

New Zealand sauvignon blanc is the best. THE BEST. *dreams of the two bottles of Giesen Marlborough at home* I bet my mother drinks them without me! LOL.

You can drink cab sauv with my Dad. We've got lots of that left over, too. ;)

[avariecaita.livejournal.com]

It goes really well with veggies!

Sure, I'll just come right on over and introduce myself to your dad. "Hi, I'm here for the wine. Drink up, mate!"

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

Well, obviously, I would be there to facilitate the actual introduction. ;)