This month's version of the session is, a bit confusingly to me, about "anti-seasonal drinking." As I like everything all the time what can this mean to me? There is no season of beer to me. I am a beerophile and a freewheeling omnibibe without any book of days telling what goes in the glass. But there is something else about me, a little something about which Christina over at Beer 4 Chicks seems to have stolen my thunder:
So, anti-seasonal beer drinking? When its cold out and the skies are gray...I keep one beer in the fridge for particularly depressive episodes: the beer that will wake me up from even my deepest winter doldrums - one single bottle of Budweiser. There, I said it...effing sue me. One taste of it and I'm 16 (err... 21) again and I'm back sitting on my floating dock on our lake, with Richard Marx on the radio, and Coppertone, and my boyfriend Rob trying to get me to skinny dip...
OK, it's not that I want to skinny dip with her Dicky Marx era guy but I do want to drink macro brew. On a hot day. On a day when it is not hot but the moment or the company or the supply seems right. I like it in a boat. I have never had it with a goat. I like good macro beer. Even beer that is really beer flavoured water can sometimes hit the spot. I have even studied them. I also like them ice cold when it is as hot as the surface of the sun or right in the middle of a great pick up soccer game with old pals - and if that means I taste little as they go down I really don't care that much. It's just beer sometimes and, frankly, maybe not enough of the time.
But just to be contrarian against the counter flow, I will not have a macro today. No. No, I will not.