for the love of beer
Last night, Tim and I tried to catch the sunset from Mount Bonnell but were deterred by ominous rain clouds in the distance. Clouds and mosquitos. So many mosquitos. Then I recollected that John's "secret bar" was somewhere in that vicinity.
Turns out, the secret bar is pretty easy to find. And it's still as cool as it was last year. Tim got a Shiner, I got a Miller Lite, and we chilled out on the roof-top patio for a while. There were a few people around, most of them with massive guts despite their decision to drink light beer. So I looked down at my Miller Lite and started thinking: do people decide to drink light beer when they've decided that they can't afford the calories of regular beer but are also unwilling to cut down their total beer consumption altogether? I had always wondered what the appeal was of light beer, but there I was, taking moderate gulps of Miller Lite as if I actually liked the stuff. I bought it because I was worried about the calories I'd consume by drinking Shiner, a delightful beer in comparison! So I decided that's bullshit. I really like beer. I really like good beer. I like to enjoy the taste of beer. Furthermore, I have the willpower to reduce my caloric intake by cutting down the amount of beer I drink. But I shall never again cut the quality! I'm moving to London, for chrissake, beer is to be savored and enjoyed!
In other startling realizations, I kind of want to see the movie, Dodgeball...