Dec 09, 2005 12:35
In going through the closet to find the beers I wanted to bring to the tasting, I noticed that I'm unconsciously moving the easier-to-find beers and the beers I don't have high expectations for towards the front of the shelves and drinking them first. Just like the kid-me who ate all the crap Halloween candy first and saved the best chocolate for months until it wasn't any good anymore. (Who does that? Seriously.) Thankfully beer has a longer shelf life. That's me. Saving the best for last. If I ever get to the end of my closet, it will probably be in the news as,
Brew Geek Kills Self Through Overindulgence on Killer Beers
DATELINE--A beer geek was found yesterday morning sprawled in the living room of her apartment, surrounded by the empty bottles of many extremely rare and tasty beers. Forensic investigators say the likely cause of death was overwhelmed taste buds sending a massive wave of pleasure to the brain. "It's like a heroin OD, but prettier," quoted an unidentified member of the coroner's team. "Just look at that smile. This drinker died happy. At this point we're viewing it as an accidental death."
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