The greatest gift of all: beer
My sister gave me the best present possible for my birthday: a subscription to the beer of the month club. Or one of them. The first month featured some frighteningly fake tasting flavored beer and two delightful beers from Buzzard Bay. Granted, the flavored beers are a bit tough to drink, but it’s still beer. And that’s what makes it the best gift ever. (The fact that Buzzard Bay makes truly awesome beer is not to be overlooked, though!)
And that got me thinking. I have here, next to the computer, you can’t see it but it’s there, I have a glass of Boddington’s. This is one of the finest things in the world, and as I sip it (somewhat large “sips”, these), I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude to my friends for introducing me to it. Over the years, one or two friends have introduced me to particularly special beers or breweries (Thanks Tim!), and for the rest of my life when I drink those beers I am grateful.
Yeah, it’s kinda weird. Too lame to be a blog post, too long to be a Twit. Such is life.
