It is Thanksgiving and what better day to give thanks to the greatest gift of all… beer. And not just any beer – all beers (which I guess technically is any beer… no, any is not all-inclusive… you almost got me, inner dialogue… but doesn’t dialogue suggests two… do I have two voices in my head?)
Anyhasenfefferincorporated, back to the beer. I was thinking about my early days of drinking, and how my initial inclination toward “better tasting drinks” shifted toward “cheaper drinks.”
In the early Canada/Impress-Hooters-Waitresses phase, I was all about Labatt Blue. As I immatured, the pocketbook gave way to Bud Light. (“So you’re telling me Labatt’s a buck more because it’s imported? From Canada? Which is next door to Detroit?”) Then as my friends’ digestive systems could no longer tolerate BL, we’ve since moved onto Miller Lite. (I’m a stalwart trailblazer that bucks the trends and divines my own path!)
Truth is, my beer is whatever’s on special that night. Corona, American Ale, PBR, Michelob, Coors – no pickiness here. It’s probably the only thing I’m not picky about, and for that I’m the most thankful of all.