When I was just six months old, my parents, who work for the State Department, moved to Washington DC to do their periodic check-in with Big Brother. They lived in a town called Reston, Virginia, which had plenty of swimming pools, one within walking distance of our house.
My brother, Steve, was about five years old at the time, and loved the water. So, it happened, did our neighbor's son, Mac. Mac was about a tahun older than Steve, and the two took to each other immediately. Steve even joined the swim team with Mac, and was over at his house often.
First of all, let me say that alcohol is one of the finer pleasures in life. Hell, I always have a bottle of Bailey's on hand somewhere in my house. But I've been thinking about responsible drinking lately, and how a lot of people, especially younger folks like me, think they know what that means, but... don't, at least, not really.
Now, anda may think, "Responsible drinking tips from a nineteen-year-old American?" Well, yeah, I see where that might come off kind of amusing, but I've actually had a lot of experience with alcohol. So really I'm lebih like a nineteen-year-old Belgian when it comes...