Picture this scenario. It’s 3PM on a Friday. You’re still at work, suffering through yet another day of digging ditches or crunching numbers or doing whatever it is you do that keeps your pockets full of pennies and the man off your back. Maybe you’re thinking you’re in the home stretch, just a couple more hours till’ you spread your wings and fly the coop (For the love of God I hope you’re in the home stretch at 3PM. Sincere apologies if you’re not). In this little scenario, you’re probably wondering what you’ll do when you get home. Perhaps you have to swing by daycare to pick up the kids, possibly grab something for dinner, or maybe just rush off to meet some friends. Whatever the case may be chances are you’ve got the whole weekend ahead of you to do something, anything, that’s more pleasurable than work. In my little world, when the clock strikes 3 on Friday afternoon, there’s one singular thought that pops into my head. What am I drinking tonight?
That shouldn’t sound as sad as it does. If you read this blog regularly, you know it isn’t sad at all. When 3 o’clock rolls around I start thinking about beer. If I’m going out after work, I’ll try to look up the draught list of whatever bar/restaurant I’m going to (Of course, I probably picked that restaurant based on their tap list in the first place so I’m just being redundant). If I’m heading home, which happens on 50 of the 52 Fridays throughout the year (That should sound as sad as it is), I’ll start thinking about what I have left in the fridge. Did I knock out the rest of the six packs that I bought last weekend? Any special bombers left? Do I have enough for the rest of the weekend? These are fun questions to ask myself. Generally, I know there’s not enough in the fridge because there’s never enough beer in the fridge. With that in mind, I start thinking about which package store I’m heading to. I’ve got about a 40 minute commute and being that I live just North of Boston, there are 20 different ways to get home (None of them involving a highway or speeds over 15 mph). I know the good stores, the fair stores, the epic stores, and everything in between. The hunt excites me. Maybe I want a vintage Gueuze or some Flemish Sours. I know the store for that. How about some local mixed 12 packs and a growler of fresh ale? Pass by that store too. Usually, I just go to my favorite store that has a good mix of everything and never disappoints. Everyone has that store. Right now, all I can think about is my trip to that store.
Fheww, that was a lot to get off my chest. I do take comfort knowing that many Aleheads out there start thinking about beer well before 3PM on Fridays. It’s what we do. So maybe you haven’t made it out of work yet, maybe you haven’t made it to the store, but I do know that you’ve thought about this pending question. Well, tell me…
What are you drinking tonight?