It's funny how there are things you don't miss until you don't have them anymore- or are told you can't have them. Watch any siblings under the age of 6 and as soon as one has something... the other one wants it- really bad.
Alcohol and Pork are kind of like that- I don't really need them but once they become hard to get- I sure... appreciate them more. I have yet to throw a tantrum if I don't have them but I've only been here 2 years!
The process for getting the two are actually quite simple- its not like I live in Saudi and have to brew it up in my bathtub.
First step: you get your permit card.
they have a special camera that is designed to make you look like a criminal who should be sitting on the group W bench.
Second step: Drive out to the edge of town and find a non descript building mysteriously labeled QDC on town maps. Its the only one in town... actually its the only one in the whole country!
Alcohol and Pork are kind of like that- I don't really need them but once they become hard to get- I sure... appreciate them more. I have yet to throw a tantrum if I don't have them but I've only been here 2 years!
The process for getting the two are actually quite simple- its not like I live in Saudi and have to brew it up in my bathtub.
First step: you get your permit card.
they have a special camera that is designed to make you look like a criminal who should be sitting on the group W bench.
Second step: Drive out to the edge of town and find a non descript building mysteriously labeled QDC on town maps. Its the only one in town... actually its the only one in the whole country!
Step 3: Like a kid in a candy store! bright colors, shiny labels, forbidden fruit.
It's not like I even go there that much- it's just one of those funny little differences. I guess I have been reflecting on this as I just took my last trip to the liquor souk- turned in my card- got my deposit back. Now if I run out I will have to fire up the bathtub still- just like great grandpappy Oakley.
Cheers
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