What’s the most it’s cost you to get out for a pint?
I’ve heard many stories over the years of “I had to buy my girlfriend…” or “my wife wouldn’t let me come out unless…”. Some of the worst/funniest examples are too recent and raw to recount right now, but you get the point.
I’m quite lucky in that respect, but last night’s few beers came with a surcharge. All to a good cause, though.
A few weeks ago, I signed up with some workmates to the RNLI’s H2Only challenge – ten days drinking only water.
Only a few days before I started, I realised that last night was the last day of the pop-up bar run by my local brewery, Black Paw in Bishop Auckland. Brewer Phil Whitfield has been opening on the Saturday of every Kynren event in Bishop Auckland and last night was the final show of the inaugural 2016 season.
I’d promised Phil and some friends that I would be there.
Thankfully, the RNLI were prepared for special occasions landing in the middle of the challenge. They were probably thinking of weddings, birthdays or Christenings, that sort of thing, but all the same, a £12 donation was required before I could enjoy my first drink.
Having survived two days of caffeine withdrawal headaches, I paid my £12 to appease my guilt at abandoning the challenge for a few hours and settled in for a first pint that effectively cost me £15. Temple Bar, you’re not looking too expensive from where I’m sitting right now.
I have to say, as much as I enjoy a glass of water, the first pint of Paw’s Gold went down really nicely. So must the next three have, to be fair. I was four points into the good stuff a lot more speedily than normal.
Yes, I’ve paid more to get to a night, afternoon or weekend out, but the unusual circumstances made me wonder what other sacrifices, or unusual costs that have been incurred in order to get out for a few beers. Post your stories below.
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