February 2nd, 2005

Long road home

Ode to beer

I love beer. I love all kinds of beer. I'll take pilsner; I'll take stout. I'll take lager, porter, cheap beer, expensive beer, imported or domestic. I like beer in the morning. I like beer in the afternoon. I like beer in the evening, and before I go to bed at night. I like cold beer. I like warm beer. I like to marinate food in beer. I'll drink beer with meals. I'll drink beer by itself. I like high-carb beer, and I like low-carb beer! I like beer with pizza. I like beer with a cheeseburger. I like beer with pasta primavera. I like beer with my Wheaties! I like beer with a box of Whitman's Sampler assorted chocolates. I like beer with nachos; I like beer with caviar. I like beer here, I like beer there, I like beer everywhere! Everything's better with beer!

Beer is my favorite beverage on the planet, I think. Even more than hot chocolate. Because hot chocolate gets cold so quickly; but even warm beer still tastes good. To me, anyway.

Beer helps me sleep. Beer takes the edge off, not too much, but just enough. And there's the security guard again. I was almost certain he was going to push the door open because he just can't stand it, he just has to talk to me. It's so annoying.

You know what would make this better? Beer. You betcha!