Hey Beer,
You might not remember this, but my uncle introduced us.
It was a steamy sticky heat and the smell of fresh cut grass surrounded us.
I was leaning on the hood of a dirty white car, had my first sip.
I spit and likened you to dishwater.
We parted ways that day and didn’t come across each other again for a long time.
In high school I slighted you for quicker, more flashy libations.
Ah, youth.
More concerned with the destination than the journey.
Like a friend of a friend, you and I would end up at a party together and be forced into a sort of sterile social interaction.
Oh, we would pretend.
For the first few years in College, we would both take advantage of each other.
Me, beguiled by you in your most base form.
You, reducing me to mine.
For the obscene amount of time we spent together, we scarcely saw one another.
Hiding in plain sight.
Until, and I will never know why, a paradigm shift.
I desired you.
It surprised me most of all.
That day. The heat. It would echo of our first encounter.
Only this time I would come to you.
As I developed, I would consume you mentally and find my respect for you.
I would get snobbish with you.
A pendulum of thought.
Living with you now, I see you as an expression of joy.
Sometimes imperfect but always triple hops brewed Miller Light,
With that great pilsner taste!
*This blog is brought to you by 2011 Miller Brewing Co,Milwaukee,WI
