You guys are not doing your part

I enjoy beer. My running group is out of a local brewery. Nothing quite like a pint or two after running 3 miles in summer heat. I'm not too snobby with my beer at home. Sol Cheladas and Coors Banquets. We have hard stuff, but it's mostly for cooking. Sometimes the vodka gets used for Bloody Marys or a White Russian, but maybe twice a year at most. I don't do bourbon anymore.
 
When I was a teen, I worked on a farm owned by an old hellfire and brimstone Baptist teatottling woman. She was death on the demon rum (or any other alcohol) and she hammered me on it. "You ever notice beer looks just like cow....urine? Even foams up the same way." Only she used a more colorful word. But the advice she gave me stuck with me. "If you never try it, you'll never know what you missed."

Well, "Dollbaby" (I'd have NEVER called her that to her face.) I can't say I've never tried it, but I can say it never went past that stage. I've never found anything I liked the taste of. Nasty tasting stuff. Eventually I just stop trying, early in my 20's. She was right. I never missed it.

Now, I never cared if someone else did. Wasn't my job to nag them about it. I just didn't want it.
 
At least two of my friends let it get the best of them years ago. I always try to keep one or two bottles around to sip on occasion, and there are two cold beer in the fridge. They've been there at least a month or longer all alone. In moderation. Don't drink and drive.
 
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