Coaster

I couldn't use my flash for I am in a proper pub - and people would look at me strange. But there it is - a shadow in the dim light of the room on the bartop infront of me. Ready to be had. I lift the glass of Guinness and before I can drink, I laugh. The custom Guinness coaster it sits on has a much more beautiful image of the legendary pint than mine and the caption: "Good things come to those who wait." Perfect. I love advertising. So fun. So concise. The few people who knew I was fasting - otherwise known as "experts" - said that my first drink would be worth the wait. And? You know what? (He takes his first sip) The taste is wonderful; perhaps a little more wonderful after three days of fasting; but worth the sacrifice? I don't know. I'll decide later after I open that Pinot Noir at home. What I do feel is that I was more on my game during the day because I wasn't up late drinking for three consecutive nights. I might even have felt "the drink" (the muse; inspiration; joy) during the day - without the drink - if you know what I mean. Surely by now we have established the difference between drink and "drink" - haven't we? But I digress. And oh, look!, half of my Guinness is gone now! What was I saying? Oh there's the coaster again - and the caption. Yes - my precious - good things come to those who wait. But - my precious - good things also come to those who just drink without think.