New Beers Resoloution
From the second I walked thru the door yesterday at work to the time I left 9 hours later, all I heard all day long was hangover stories. And from the all stories and exploits that came out, my resolve to not got out and about on New Years Eve was further confirmed.
(Aside from the hangover stories everyone wanted to know "how was your New Years?" .. Well, the new year is only, what 14 old right now, umm I haven't been that impressed as of yet but I guess I can give it a little more time.)
Just like all the old legends and cryptic warnings have told us, too many amatures out there that night. Power drinking themselves into oblivion for four hours just to count backwards from ten. The irony here is that a few hours later the cop makes you do the same countdown; it's just not as much fun and he isn't required to kiss you at zero.
When everyone did ask me what I did and how last night was or the big one "how are you feeling?" They sort of freaked when I said I was fine and that I didn't even go out that night. It's no secret that I am a bit of a monster when it comes to drinking and going out. It's not a thing to be proud of and I don't brag about but I already know I could drink most under the table without much effort or reprecussion. I'm humble but must admit I am pretty damn good at it. .. (ya'll did get the intended humor in that phrasing right?)
Anyway the looks on their faces when I say that I didn't go out and that I have not been out on New Years for about 5-6 years is just utter shock. They all know my passion for beer and are constantly bombarded with try this and try that instead when they prattle on about Coors Light Bud and the oh so exotic Sam Adams.
(Nothing personal Sam, you were a key element into getting me away from the dog-water beers, but I grow tired of your ease and need to further expand my palette ... unless you regularly make the Imperial Pilsner that came out in limited edition early this winter, I may not see you too much anymore. Thank you but we both need to move on.)
yeah .. uh, oh the looks on their faces ... just aghast is the first word that comes to mind. To them it seemed like Michael Jordan "not in the mood" for the NBA finals. I almost hate their expectations. Their expectations of my head swelling and throbbing like some cartoon toe just mashed by a mallet with painful groans and the ultimate utterance (broken promise) of "I'll never do that again." That phrase, by the way in some form or another, I heard no less then 3 times yesterday.
And that's why I don't go out on New Years.
However ...
I am going out tonight. It figures.
Most of my friends share the philosophy mentioned above and opted to stay home on the last half dozen December 31sts. One traffic stop a few years back and an automobile meets parked car incident a few earlier galvanized the thought.
So for tonight, we are finally doing the one thing that we have talked about for a few months in "you know what we should start doing" conversations, a once a month beer tasting party. The first Monday of every month we'll gather together and try something new. This will actually be our second gathering. First one didn't go over that well due to such short notice but this time everyone had a month to prepare and we have about a dozen confirmed. It's the usual crew of three home brewers and myself the home wrecker, plus girlfriends, extended family followers, fantasy football junkies and whoever else rolls along. I tend to invite anyone who is willing to dance on the dark side, what ever that means, but that is in fact how I got those strippers to come to our last Halloween Party.
Go Figure.
I don't know if I'm ready for the New Year, the scars of the old one are still too fresh .. I just don't think I am ready to move on just yet.
(Aside from the hangover stories everyone wanted to know "how was your New Years?" .. Well, the new year is only, what 14 old right now, umm I haven't been that impressed as of yet but I guess I can give it a little more time.)
Just like all the old legends and cryptic warnings have told us, too many amatures out there that night. Power drinking themselves into oblivion for four hours just to count backwards from ten. The irony here is that a few hours later the cop makes you do the same countdown; it's just not as much fun and he isn't required to kiss you at zero.
When everyone did ask me what I did and how last night was or the big one "how are you feeling?" They sort of freaked when I said I was fine and that I didn't even go out that night. It's no secret that I am a bit of a monster when it comes to drinking and going out. It's not a thing to be proud of and I don't brag about but I already know I could drink most under the table without much effort or reprecussion. I'm humble but must admit I am pretty damn good at it. .. (ya'll did get the intended humor in that phrasing right?)
Anyway the looks on their faces when I say that I didn't go out and that I have not been out on New Years for about 5-6 years is just utter shock. They all know my passion for beer and are constantly bombarded with try this and try that instead when they prattle on about Coors Light Bud and the oh so exotic Sam Adams.
(Nothing personal Sam, you were a key element into getting me away from the dog-water beers, but I grow tired of your ease and need to further expand my palette ... unless you regularly make the Imperial Pilsner that came out in limited edition early this winter, I may not see you too much anymore. Thank you but we both need to move on.)
yeah .. uh, oh the looks on their faces ... just aghast is the first word that comes to mind. To them it seemed like Michael Jordan "not in the mood" for the NBA finals. I almost hate their expectations. Their expectations of my head swelling and throbbing like some cartoon toe just mashed by a mallet with painful groans and the ultimate utterance (broken promise) of "I'll never do that again." That phrase, by the way in some form or another, I heard no less then 3 times yesterday.
And that's why I don't go out on New Years.
However ...
I am going out tonight. It figures.
Most of my friends share the philosophy mentioned above and opted to stay home on the last half dozen December 31sts. One traffic stop a few years back and an automobile meets parked car incident a few earlier galvanized the thought.
So for tonight, we are finally doing the one thing that we have talked about for a few months in "you know what we should start doing" conversations, a once a month beer tasting party. The first Monday of every month we'll gather together and try something new. This will actually be our second gathering. First one didn't go over that well due to such short notice but this time everyone had a month to prepare and we have about a dozen confirmed. It's the usual crew of three home brewers and myself the home wrecker, plus girlfriends, extended family followers, fantasy football junkies and whoever else rolls along. I tend to invite anyone who is willing to dance on the dark side, what ever that means, but that is in fact how I got those strippers to come to our last Halloween Party.
Go Figure.
I don't know if I'm ready for the New Year, the scars of the old one are still too fresh .. I just don't think I am ready to move on just yet.