For the past eight months or so, I’ve been pouring beer into a glass when I drink it.
Whether it comes in a bottle, or a can, or out of a tap (shit, what else would I pour it into?), I’ve always enjoyed drinking beer when it’s in a glass. Not a plastic cup, but an honest to God glass.
It’s interesting, because there’s no reason I should be doing it. I mean, beer is beer, right? How does it matter how it’s served? But I get a visceral thrill out of the pleasure of watching a beer pour into a glass that holds just enough volume for the entire beer to fit, and then drinking it slowly. I don’t know what it is.
It’s not that I don’t want to be associated with the brand of beer I drink; I’ll freely tell anyone who asks.
It’s not that I dislike stubbies or cans; each has their moment.
But if I have the opportunity to sit down and enjoy a beer poured into a glass, then that must mean that I have the time to relax. I think that’s where my brain takes me every time I do it. I don’t drink beer out of a glass at parties. Only at home (and at bars where it’s pretty much compulsory).
It’s weird, I know. But I wanted to post about it all the same. It’s the little things in life that give us pleasure.
By the way, most of the reason I don’t post fast is because I have to take the time to find an appropriate caption picture, resize, and upload it. Consider this an example of future fast posts.
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