I'm not too fussed over what kind of beer I drink. I was only vaguely aware that there were this many different types, but nonetheless it's an interesting subject of conversation. Somehow the waitress gets involved as well. He was always good at making a room come to life; I'm not.

Date-san seems to be showing remarkable restraint on the drinking front. I'm not saying I thought he was an alcoholic or something, just that I was expecting him to be maybe a little more ... "merry." He's bigger than I, so he can drink a few more without too many negative effects. But we'll have to get some sort of public transport, because I can't ride a bike now, "are you going home? What should we do?" I'll summon the waitress in a moment and ask for the number for a taxi.

We've had a good evening, but on reflection, I think I'll ask to go somewhere else next time. I don't like this guitar on the wall above me, what if it landed on my head?