books may be bad for me

So yesterday I helped a bit in cooking for a Nigerian dinner that one of my hallmates wanted to throw, and for some reason I skipped the dinner. (Apparently, Line, it went on, nobody just told me. :| And I didn't check. :|)

Anyway, today I found a bottle of malt beer on my table as a thank you for the help, and it embarrasses me that since I'm currently reading A History of the World in Six Glasses (what, the title wouldn't make you want to read it?), I've found it amusing that I got "paid" in beer like they did back in Egypt and Mesopotamia.

God I'm such a dork.