Yesterday evening, D and I went to the 2017 Bruges Beer Festival. This was our third time attending the annual event. The venue is changed this year, making our walk a bit longer than the previous two times. But that was not a problem. Parking was free and a bit of walking will not hurt.
Another thing worth mentioning here is that I have unofficially participated in Tournée Minérale. It is a campaign supporting the cancer society by making February an alcohol free month. So, D was left attending a beer tasting (drinking) event without his drinking buddy. Despite the fact that I was not drinking along, we did have fun. We even found two extra tokens laying about. Yikes uh-oh, two extra drinks for D!
Eight beers, an active bladder and a long walk in the rain later, it was decided that I should DRIVE home. Yes, this one whom the optician advised to wear glasses when driving at night. Yes, it was raining. Yes, I could not see shit at the beginning due to fogged up wind-shields and wet roads. Yes, my 46 year old brain had to deal with manual transmission and a car that had stayed in the garage for a month in 2015. But the cold hard facts were compelling enough that the Vulcan logic kicked in. I have a driver’s license. I did not have a drop of alcohol in my system. And I do have years of driving experience in all sorts of conditions – rain, snow, sleet, sand, dust, water and wind gusts.
Well long story short, I am sitting at home writing this. I (We) have survived my overnight appointment of a Sunday Chauffeur and a BOB “Bewust Onbeschonken Bestuurder” (deliberately sober driver). Yeah to me!