To go up or not go up

Are you going up?

That is the question of the night…every Friday and Saturday night.  Well…sometimes Thursday.  Ahem…sometimes Wednesday.  Let’s be honest here…that is the question every night.

Are you going up?

Going up means you are gonna do some serious drinking.  That means serious partying, serious late night (or early morning depending on your point of view).  But most crucially, that means serious cash outlay.

And that…often…isn’t my bag.

Tonight started really slow.  It was a very mellow day…a day of working on The Project.  It was day of no showering, wearing sweats, standing under eves as the rain fell.  It was a day of watching the fog roll up the hill like a stampede, only to have it drift away just as suddenly as it appeared.

It was a day of chill mellow relaxation.

So that’s what I did.  I worked on The Project.  I spent time with friends.  I wore sweats.  I got rained on.  Eventually I wound up at Taco in Cal’s room with a couple other guys, and painfully few women.  Eventually, per the usual, security came to shut us down.  We left…headed down to San’nick, and had a couple beers.  And then the question came up…

Are you going up?

That means are you going to take the taxi up to Crans-Montana and get raped by beer prices.  

Personally I think rape is a horrible and violent act.  It’s something that should NEVER happen to anyone.  Never.  Period.

And tonight is not a night for that.  No thanks.  13 CHF for a beer?  Let’s see…that’s roughly $10.40 for a touch less than 12 ounces of Corona…with a lemon.  Not a lime, but a lemon.  No thanks.  Nah.  Bite me…seriously.

So I played the “I am low on cash” and “I had a long day” and “I’ll be back in a minute” card.  Part of me feels really awful about that.  Well…I feel awful about lying about it.  I should just be honest.  But also I feel a touch left out.  Going up really isn’t my bag (occasionally) but when I don’t go…it generally makes me jealous.  Oh well.  BIG oh well.

So here I am…listening to Cypress Hill and chilling with the beer I stole from San’nick.

Am I going up?

Not tonight.