This is our beer and white wine fridge. For the most part, I know what’s in there. So when I decide to imbibe at home, I can pretty much think about what I want, then go dig it out. But sometimes I forget. Or something just keeps being overlooked. Those times lead to surprises. Mostly pleasant.
That’s how I felt last night when I decided I wanted a beer while watching some Olympics Footie. Wasn’t sure what I’d get, but lo and behold – one of my faves was hidden on the bottom rack…
To tell the truth, I had planned to resist alcohol this week, as I had quite an indulgent weekend. I don’t know what happened. I had worked out. I had cooled off in the pool. I had gotten some shit done, to boot. And there was no way I was gonna miss a night of Olympics action. The beer seemed like the right thing to do. And it was. Truly.
