Drink, specifically Stella & Kronenbourg

I was alone in Birmingham yesterday. I had no work appointments and none planned for the following day either. This used to be perfect heavy drinking territory, a lost afternoon in a solo pub crawl, collapse, then do it all over again the next day. No responsibilities to worry over, no deadlines, just an expanse of time filled with drink and abandon. Found myself dreaming about Stella and Kronenbourg, always hit the spot those did. Didn't act on it...this time...drove home and busied myself before the thought process turned into action. Coping by the skin of my teeth presently.