I tend to treat St. Patrick's Day like Channukah (sp?). This isn't some one day affair where we wear green, sport funny little shamrock sunglasses and pretend that it's the "stepson" of holidays. This is a day (albeit through some cultural molding and media reinvention) that is dedicated to celebrating the lifestyle of The Drink. The Drink is my own catch phrase, and although I like the sound of it when used to describe where Vinnie the Knife had to go after squealing on the Bamboli Brothers, it is a lifestyle, a creed, and a commitment. I love beer. To an extent, were it not for my lack of healthcare and free time, I should probably be in a program...but I truly love it. For a goofy white sociopath from a middle class family in the midwest, I had two paths: The Drink or serial killer. I chose The Drink largely because I have no great attention to detail; something that would stop me at murderer and never let me attain the glorified notoriety of serial murderer.
But really...I LOVE beer. I love the taste, I really do. Some people out there drink purely for the sake of the effects. Relishing that buzz, and forever struggling to get back to it. I'm sure a crash course in psychoanalysis would reveal that beer is nothing more than yet another attempt to get back to the womb. I'm also sure that it would reveal that I should've been a ranch hand...but that's neither here or there. I LOVE the taste of beer. I drink it with meals, and I'm not just talking about dinner for you "weekenders" out there...I'm talking lunch, and even brunch. I'm the guy that asks for beer at Disney Land before 10am. Why? Because I love it. I'm a stout drinker, a lager drinker, an ale drinker, and hell, to break out the box, I'll put down some mead and scream Hazzah!!! as I get heckled by a plus sized Gweneviere at the local Ren Fair. That quite simply, is the level of my commitment. So I make St. Patrick's day last. St. Patrick's begins March 1st, and it doesn't end until Feb 28th, although occasionally, I do take a day off.
But really...I LOVE beer. I love the taste, I really do. Some people out there drink purely for the sake of the effects. Relishing that buzz, and forever struggling to get back to it. I'm sure a crash course in psychoanalysis would reveal that beer is nothing more than yet another attempt to get back to the womb. I'm also sure that it would reveal that I should've been a ranch hand...but that's neither here or there. I LOVE the taste of beer. I drink it with meals, and I'm not just talking about dinner for you "weekenders" out there...I'm talking lunch, and even brunch. I'm the guy that asks for beer at Disney Land before 10am. Why? Because I love it. I'm a stout drinker, a lager drinker, an ale drinker, and hell, to break out the box, I'll put down some mead and scream Hazzah!!! as I get heckled by a plus sized Gweneviere at the local Ren Fair. That quite simply, is the level of my commitment. So I make St. Patrick's day last. St. Patrick's begins March 1st, and it doesn't end until Feb 28th, although occasionally, I do take a day off.
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I wish you were my father Ash!!!
Our love affair with the amber nectar of the gods...one of the many things that we have in common.
Interestingly, I think we diverge a bit in our drinking habits. I do love beer as well - the taste, the aroma, that sweet, sweet buzz. But I tend to drink almost exclusively with a few friends that share the love of beer. I rarely find myself drinking beer if it's not in a social setting with other drinkers. I suppose that's a good thing, as drinking by yourself is considered a sign of alcoholism.
Alcoholism - there's a whole separate post right there. However, let me leave you with this thought: what makes one an alcoholic? I don't consider myself an alcoholic (or you either, my friend). I do, however, think that you and I are binge drinkers. I know you'll have the occasional beer with a meal and even drink a couple solo from time to time, but I think you and I are similar in regard to the fact that we generally don't drink 'a beer or two'. That's just a tease. To us, that's the alcoholic equivalent to blue balls. If you and I sit and drink, we rarely stop until we've each put away six to twelve beers and have worked up a good buzz.
So what's my point? I don't really have one. I just enjoy discussions about beer.
I find the time spent here discussing the value of beer could be better spent painting the hallway, raking the leaves, doing the dishes or searching for a "real job"... that being said, I have some chores for you Ash, which include researching some spelling mistakes in your ramble about lager
BTW- it is Disneyworld not LAND...
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