I am working through the Q&A post I put up a few weeks ago, trying to hit some topics a few of you requested. This is one of them.
I had a beer last week. That alone isn’t terribly significant. I’m a big fan of beer: I love a nice molasses-y stout on a brisk fall evening, a crisp lager after some yardwork or a hard workout in the summer, or a hazy IPA pretty much anytime. What made this beer stand out is that it was my first alcoholic drink since New Year’s Eve (I am not counting my celebratory thimble of scotch on my birthday in April). And I drank it by accident. I’d stopped by a favorite taproom to pick up my credit card, left behind the week earlier after a non-alcoholic beer-fueled chat with two chums, and said, “what the heck, while I’m here…” Turns out, I should have been more specific—the brewery sells two beers with the same name, one available as an N/A. By the time I finished it, I was ready for a nap. When I got home, I did just that. Clearly my tolerance is low.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to SWIMPRUF to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.