Cider with Mosey

[jack]

Yesterday lunchtime Dad and I moseyed for an hour or so up by river to the 'local' cider pub, The Camp, and played Crib (One game each. Many cries of "Muggins!"="There was a scoring combination you didn't see. Under some rulesets, I would score it instead of you, but we play that I'm morally obliged to point it out to you, but I may humiliate you loudly by doing so." It's a call that should be more widespread :))

Why does cider affect me so much (apart from being nearly 10%)? After one pint, I'm queasy. After nearly half a dozen, and only as many hours of sleep, (coming soon: Jack tried to catch a train to birmingham at 8.25am) I'm destroyed. And it's not a good state of mind to be estimating card-dealing probabilities in in the teeth of someone who plays crib for a living.*

And then we went to the pub with mum in the evening as well, and chatted about how they were so proud of me, etc. (coming soon: how my life is on track bar being fit and not wearing socks with shorts.)

Being polite does pay off, apparently. I always think of myself as a most selfish individual, yet some things are just me to the extent I can't not. I can't drop litter. I can't not let someone go ahead of me in corridors. I can't help but completely forgive someone if they apologize, whatever they may have done. I can't defraud a company I don't really hate. But when I stood aside to let two girls up the stairs and the first one said "Wow, a real gentleman! No-one does that." and kissed me. So being nice isn't an entirely lost cause.

*Dad works part time in a centre for amusing old and potentially senile folks, many of whom are though amazingy sharp card-wise, and playing crib is one of the activities.

Comments

[mair_in_grenderich]

cider does that to me *shrug*. stick to reef!

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

Sticked to spirits and mixed spirits would probably prevent beer-gut-ness also. But cider has become a tradition -- I don't want to get disowned by going to the Camp and drinking even good beer, let alone alcopops :)

[tienelle.livejournal.com]

Could be all of the other interesting organics floating around in it. It has a lot more of them than most beer, I think. A perilous brew indeed. And possibly not even vegetarian-friendly.

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

Those are the two things I avoid thinking about...

At least I didn't mix it with beer, or blackcurrent :)

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Cider is just like that. It's one of those things you have to embrace, this being a very useful thing. Being able to predict how you'll feel after drinking such-and-such a quantity of such-and-such a drink is definitely good.

Ooh, crib fun, though I haven't played for many years. My uncle used to play. I don't remember the rules now :(

Old-fashioned politeness is a very, very good thing, so don't give that up.

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

I always forget but get re-taught every holiday. The hard thing is remembering things like "a 5 thrown into the box is worth a point" due to statistics, and I don't even try to card count. It's always interesting to see who plays which games (cf. Jennie gparents=bridge).

Yes, it is good. But it gets depressing that it seems only two people have ever appreciated it and one of them's Dunstan :) I mean, this example stuck to my mind because it was so incredibly sweet -- an awful lot more girls have kissed me on the few nights I've been young and drunk enough to be a true raging twat, but I don't like to think of the implications of that.