"It's just beer," they'll say. "It is more than that," I will pine.
"Are you an alcoholic," they'll inquire. "What do you love?" I will retort.
There are many more that truly support the endeavor and for those many, my heart warms with gratitude and I raise each and every beer I drink to all of them.
I need this support as beer has now become a lifestyle even though there are days that I can't look at a beer let alone drink one. Blasphemous, I know. But that is the point. It is not a fad. It is not a trend. There is no drinking problem. Every morning I awake in hopes of learning something new about this beautiful liquid. Every day I long to try something bigger, better and more delicious than the last.
And here I sit, sipping on new beer number Six-Hundred-Twenty-One in the form of Clown Shoes Miracle IPA. It is becoming increasingly more pleasant to be drinking sessionable IPAs. The lack of an alcohol fueled backbone really allows the hops and the malt to dance with each other in the glass. A piney bouquet wafts away from a slightly frothy head that left lacing to brag about. The malt sweetness isn't enough to overtake the mildly bitter finish. A solid IPA for the warm weather months.
Did I mention that I am on beer number Six-Hundred-Twenty-One? While that might seem like a big number, I am fifteen off of the pace of three per day. Yet, I am 40 ahead of the actual mathematically correct pace of 2.73 beers per day. So I think I am doing alright.
These past seven months have been a blur yet I feel as though I have accomplished more than I had in the past seven years. I have networked. I have laid groundwork for beer and food events. I have hopefully gotten on the team for what looks to be a revolutionary beer app (details coming when I get the okay to promote it). And, most importantly, I have been able to make a great number of new friends while continuing to grow my old friendships all thanks to beer. And this leads me to why I believe that it is the single greatest beverage known to man.
Beer brings people together unlike any other quaff.
Relationships falter at the hand of bottles of vodka and friendships wane as the highballs of scotch become too much to keep up with.
Romances bud over glasses of Cabernet but meals and taste buds go to die over glasses of Chardonnay.
Acquaintances become friends over goblets of sours and friends become family over snifters of imperial stouts.
I think the point that I am trying to make is that beer is all encompassing. There is something for everyone. In short, it fucking rules.
For now, I must go and continue on with this path of discovery and I will leave you all with this:
What do you love?