
Yesterday, I was drinking while watching a movie. First, I poured some into a regular glass, just a little, a sip, but it still felt a bit heavy. Maybe because it was entering my mouth with too wide a front, or maybe because I haven't had anything stronger than weak mead in a long time – I don't know. The second time, I poured it into a shot glass, and it went down much easier. At the same time, the drink itself isn't strong or bitter – I would say it's like vodka for girls. The third and subsequent drinks went down even easier, like water. When the bottle was finished, as often happens, I regretted that there wasn't a second one. But in the morning, on the contrary, I was glad that I only had one – even though I didn't have a hangover, there was a small period when my head ached slightly.
Where do we end up when we save the world?