In a drunken stupor last night I decided to try saying 'cheers' to the bartender when he handed me a beautifully poured french martini. While this action caused my adrenaline to pump enough to make my ears burn, he just smiled and watched me turn to go back to my friends, completely unaware of the turmoil he had just witnessed.
Oh yeah, personal barrier broken. One step closer to not being an awkward yank.
In other news, I now happily drink beer, know the words to most Oasis songs and actually said 'reyt' in a conversation. So, really, I'm not only loosing the awkward yank, I'm turning Northern.
And I think I like it.
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