I've never been a beer drinker. In my 36 years, and counting... just not-so quickly, I may have consumed about 5 beers in that time. But then, my feet touched upon the green covered, rock-filled soil of Ireland, and I grab a Guinness. I didn't even start out slow - went straight for that heavenly, black stout with a head thick enough for a good pubtender to make a shamrock design from moving it under the draught in a glorious, slight, artistic motion. I'll attach a photo - it's some of the best art I've ever seen. Ok, maybe that's a bit much, but I found it remarkable. I entered into a new world that I had never delved into, nor had the inclination - beer land.
Now, it's approaching 6:30PM CDT - beer time. One of my very dearest girls, Tanya, is in shock. She, of course, is a beer drinker. Connoisseur might be pushing it, but she knows what she likes and what she doesn't like, much like her men. I sent her a text the other night while she was traveling for business that stated "I'm drinking a beer, it tastes really fabulous". To which, she replied, "I'm going into shock and don't know what to say". - For Tanya to be speechless is of equal proportions shock-wise to Brad-jelina or Madonna announcing they are discontinuing the practice of adopting African babies. Jaw-dropping proportions.
Historically, I have opted for the likes of Cosmopolitans (to which, I must state, that I adored them long before those idiotic "Sex and the City" bitches made them popular) or my old stand by - Bacardi Gold and Diet with lime, if you please. Then, I learned the beauty of wine. Ahh, the rich reds of a Cabernet Sauvignon or a rich Sangiovese - mmm, the delight is making my mouth water! But right at this moment, the likes of maybe a Blue Moon Lager sounds perfectly wonderous.
I realize now that I tempted and teased about my airplane "ride" in my previous posting. Well, that will have to wait yet again. For, as many have known before me, it's beer time and that cannot wait, even for the tawdriest best of stories.
Now, it's approaching 6:30PM CDT - beer time. One of my very dearest girls, Tanya, is in shock. She, of course, is a beer drinker. Connoisseur might be pushing it, but she knows what she likes and what she doesn't like, much like her men. I sent her a text the other night while she was traveling for business that stated "I'm drinking a beer, it tastes really fabulous". To which, she replied, "I'm going into shock and don't know what to say". - For Tanya to be speechless is of equal proportions shock-wise to Brad-jelina or Madonna announcing they are discontinuing the practice of adopting African babies. Jaw-dropping proportions.
Historically, I have opted for the likes of Cosmopolitans (to which, I must state, that I adored them long before those idiotic "Sex and the City" bitches made them popular) or my old stand by - Bacardi Gold and Diet with lime, if you please. Then, I learned the beauty of wine. Ahh, the rich reds of a Cabernet Sauvignon or a rich Sangiovese - mmm, the delight is making my mouth water! But right at this moment, the likes of maybe a Blue Moon Lager sounds perfectly wonderous.
I realize now that I tempted and teased about my airplane "ride" in my previous posting. Well, that will have to wait yet again. For, as many have known before me, it's beer time and that cannot wait, even for the tawdriest best of stories.
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