Beer:  Nectar of the Gods right?  Proof God loves mankind right (fantastic Ben Franklin quote).

I remember this one friend I had in high school.  We would sometimes be over at her house when her father came home.  He always walked through the door into the house and straight into the kitchen to grab a beer.  I always thought it weird.  I didn’t drink then, but even so seemed strange.  Now I didn’t know the man well, he was always nice to me, and his kids were friends of mine, but it was a little weird.  This routine of his.

I can contrast this to barely ever seeing my parents (or at least recalling them) drinking in front of me til I was older.  One the flip side I can also recall one friend’s father who would always get so drunk at the lodge after work that we would sometimes have to drive in a pair to go pick him up (two of us drive there so one can drive his car back).

Today though, as I was walking back to my apartment all I thought was “by god I want a beer.”  It was a long day at work, almost 12 hours straight.  Worked on the website on my lunch break.  Worked on the website after I got off work for an hour and half, and then went to the “Parade at the Park” work meeting til 7.  And walking back, I wanted that beer in my fridge.

And yes that’s a rooster behind the beer.