Bisque

Whilst running through the last week in my head, I almost had a small heart attack, as I didn't think I'd gone anywhere new. And really, to fail within the first week of a project is quite sad, to say the least. My world went dark for a second, and my mind started to wander, as it has a habit of doing. "Am I really that boring?" I thought, for it seemed that my 'let's go to at least one new place every week' plan had failed spectacularly in its first week of inception. But then I remembered that a failed attempt to go the Links Bar for drinks last week eventually led my friends and I to the Bisque bar at Bruntsfield Hotel - a place I had never before set foot in.

It was a complete stab in the dark. The set-up: Thursday night, the Links Bar was closed, it was cold outside, and we were in dire need of drink. Hence, Bruntsfield Hotel, resting place for elderly tourists, became our best option (partly because Alasdair wasn't keen on walking to the Earl of Marchmont). And, after realising that we were the youngest people there by at least fifteen years, we sat down, and did what uni students do best: we talked about stuff with beer and Bailey's in hand.

The last time we'd gone out just for drinks was some time last semester, after seeing "The Social Network" at the Odeon. A few friends and I were walking home and one of us suggested sitting down somewhere for drinks. And so we found ourselves seated at Montpellier's, sipping £7 cocktails just for the hell of it. Ah, the perks of student living. It often comes down to choosing lavishly expensive and completely unnecessary things over lunch for the next week, but oh well. What fun is life if you can't treat yourself to a £7 raspberry cocktail once in a blue moon? Honestly. (The same code of conduct could be applied to homeware appliances, I've found. Yes, you're allowed to order a fondue pot off of amazon.co.uk provided of course you are ready to live without toast for the next week and a half. It's also okay to buy ramekins if you can dispense with hobnobs for the next fortnight.)

But whilst sipping a Bailey's on the rocks in the middle of this "old people's hotspot," I couldn't help but think that drinks are important in life. Not just because they warm you up when it's minus three degrees outside, but because drinks bring people together. There is a curious bond shared between uni students who clink beer bottles and highball glasses filled with vodka and orange juice.

It is the bond of "no, I cannot really afford to be drinking since I should be saving my money for food, but yes, I am going to anyway because I want to forget that I'm tired."

Ah the woes of uni students. We are always tired. We make up stupid projects for ourselves and then use the time we set aside for essay writing to work on our blogs instead.

Man, developed country problems are tough.