B is for Beer

“…when brewers combine hops with yeast and grain and water, and allow the mixture to ferment – to rot – it magically produces an elixir so gassy with blue-collar cheer, so regal with glints of gold, so titillating with potential mischief, so triumphantly refreshing, that it seizes the soul and thrusts it toward that ethereal plateau where, to paraphrase Baudelaire, all human whimsies float and merge.”

An excerpt from “B is for Beer” by Tom Robbins.

This book claims to be “a children’s book for grown-ups” and “a grown-up book for children”.

Though I’m only on page 18, I’m pretty goddamned sure that I will be reading this book to my little screamers, should I ever decide to eject such screamers from my pickled womb.

Hooray, beer!!

Drunk: Hell yes! I worked a full (strenuous) nine hour day on my goddamned day off. You’d better bet your wife and house that I’d be drunk right now.
Hearing: The faint sounds of classic rock from the other room.
Drinking: PBR and Jose.
Smoking: Nada. Friggin’ “no smoking inside” landlords.

~ by malfunctioningmartha on April 25, 2009.