patrick: guilty confession
I have a confession to make. I’m not proud to admit it, but I had to get it off my chest.
OK, here goes…I bought cheap beer this week.
If you read my previous post about beer, you would know that I am a beer-nerd. I drink fancy, expensive ales from all over the world. I’ve been known to spend as much as $10 for a bottle of a particularly fun Belgian Strong Ale.
I bought a 12-pack of Corona Extra this week. I feel like I’m insulting beer-nerds. I would not be proud to admit it on the beer review websites I frequent.
I’ll give you the story. I went golfing with a few friends last week, and since I live in Phoenix, Arizona, it gets pretty hot when you’re out on a golf course all day in the sun, even in November. At this particular course, they have a woman driving a beverage cart around the course to sell drinks to thirsty golfers, and we all grabbed a few beers to keep us cool. I didn’t particularly care for their selection, and my friend just ordered me a Corona and tossed it to me. I drank out of a can for the first time in years. And I was so thirsty, that it really hit the spot.
I started thinking “maybe I’m being TOO much of a beer-nerd. This isn’t that bad.” And I decided that next time I was at the grocery store picking through all the expensive microbrews, I would just buy a case of Corona instead, and enjoy the fact that I could drink for twice as long without buying more at half the price.
As it turns out, the only thing awesome about Corona is that it hits the spot WHEN YOU ARE IN THE DESERT, where ANYTHING COLD AND WET will make you happy.
But I’ll still drink it. Beer’s beer.
