There I was, walking with absolute pace (because god forbid a leisurely stroll when I’m 2 hours early for my flight), texting my well acquainted novelty beer drinker Amelia Rule.
Safe to say I’m surrounded by good people.
To what some see as Australians drinking problem spotlighted in a light hearted blog that a total of 8 people might read, I see as poetic.
Airport beers, regardless of being solo or with others, statures as a metaphoric milestone to one’s unforeseen journey. Setting the scene if you will.
It is the first symbolic reference to one’s self that their journey can begin with an unprecedented, untimely, self indulgence.
As I look around me, there are people enjoying all sorts of beverages to preset their travels. Margaritas, espresso martini’s, Wine. No judgement. All just familiar with the concept commonly known as 'free will' - being well and truely exercised.
To bring it back to me (because I love talking about myself) I was exceptionally glad I did it. I was celebrating this huge new milestone of moving overseas with myself. Marking confidence in my independence. (Laughing at how far I’ve gone to justify a solo beer)
So cheers to the first of many airport beers xx
Notes of disorganisation (two flights, no downloads). Aroma: faint panic, overpowered by the quiet delusion that she’ll be right.
Airport Beer #1, Terminal 2
14 May 2026, 4:03pm