Hey Neighbor, What Kind Of Beer Do You Like?
Beer for dinner last night, pot roast for breakfast this morning: The Manly Man Diet. Without realizing it, I've gotten back into drinking training again (I mostly quit last year because it seemed to disagree with one of my medications -- I don't remember what, some SSRI I'm no longer taking). I guess that's what happens when you do all your socializing in bars. Last night a couple of guys I met during Decadence asked me to come down and have a drink at the Phoenix, so I did. Since I've had intermittent agoraphobia, it feels like a big deal to just go have a drink with friends on the spur of the moment. A good big deal.
Also, I never really thought I'd even be welcome at the Phoenix, and now I am known there. This makes me happy.
Not so much with the Wild Turkey, though. I occasionally drink liquor, but I seem to have turned into a beer drinker in my old age -- or my new adolescence, if you like. (My friends variously call me a twink, a frat boy, and a cub.) Blue Moon is my favorite (without the nasty orange slice, please), closely followed by the local brew Louisiana 31.
Also, I never really thought I'd even be welcome at the Phoenix, and now I am known there. This makes me happy.
Not so much with the Wild Turkey, though. I occasionally drink liquor, but I seem to have turned into a beer drinker in my old age -- or my new adolescence, if you like. (My friends variously call me a twink, a frat boy, and a cub.) Blue Moon is my favorite (without the nasty orange slice, please), closely followed by the local brew Louisiana 31.