Thoughts on Beer

I'm a wine drinker, right?

We all know this.

I adore my Chardonnay. I really do. I'd drink red wine if I wasn't allergic to the tannins, which give me a whopper of a headache the next day if I have more than one glass. Meaning I can have two glasses of red wine and the next day I will be as hungover as W.C. Fields was everyday of his life. I took me a while to figure this out, of course, but once I did I stopped drinking the stuff, except on rare occasion. But I do like a full-bodied adult beverage when I have one. When a cocktail is in order I like a Sapphire and Tonic (lime on the bottom). I refuse to drink Rhine wines or Sauvingnon Blancs. They taste like wine that deserves a good beating. They're the proverbial skinny guy on the beach who gets buried in the sand. Same goes with frou-frou drinks that are blended and come with an umbrella. So, you can perhaps understand why Chardonnay serves my purposes beautifully. It's full bodied, but not so much so that I hate life the next morning, no matter how little of it I actually drink.

These are the things I like when it comes to boozing it up.

It should be said that I generally avoid beer. I'm not in college anymore. I don't have to drink the stuff if I don't want to. And, for the most part, I don't want to. For many reasons. But...there's a bunch of it in my fridge right now and I'm finding myself drinking it as my evening cocktail routine to clear it out.

And you know what? It's not tasting all that bad.

Hmmph.

ML and The Doctor brought some Bass Ale over the other night for dinner, because my brother-in-law is not a big wine drinker. I thought that perhaps, if I was lucky, my sister might take it home with her, but seeing as how she left more than half her temporary kitchen in my permanent one, she didn't. And she even left me one token Corona, too, so I shall have to drink that as well. No, you don't have to worry: I already have lime in the house.

I don't know why, but it's tasting pretty good. Ususally beer fills me up and leaves me feeling guilty when I invariably reminisce about how much of the stuff I charmed off cute Fraternity boys in school. And I charmed a lot of the stuff off of cute boys. Yeah, I know. I was one of those chicks. Take comfort in the fact that I do feel guilty about it. I'm assuming the fact it's tasting good is because it's hot outside, and the weather seems to demand cold beer, but who knows, really, why it's tasting good.

Perhaps it's because the stuff is free?

I'm puzzled.

Posted by Kathy at August 2, 2005 06:28 PM | TrackBack