So, we all hit milestones throughout life. Around 2 we learn how to walk. Around 12 we become insanely and intensely interested(Translation: horny) in the opposite sex(or same sex). At 18 the law tells us we can vote. At 21, the law tells us we can drink. Around 22 we graduate from college and enter the soul-crushingly disappointing “real-world.” Some of us get married. Some of us break up. Some of us go to Machu Picchu and beyond. Some of us pop out babies and settle in for the ride. Sonner or later 30 comes around which tends to be the age where society tells us we need to shape up and actually start doing laundry.
Pondering what to do in terms of my life at 30, I went through a checklist of what I should adjust, what I should change. Should I attend church more often? Should I work on getting my ass outta bed before noon on a Sunday? Should I find myself a cause and devote a large amount of energy to it? Nawww, eff all that noise. I scouted out myself a corner of the internet, I’m gonna drink 365 beers this next year and tell all ya’ll bout them
There will be themes based on style, region, time-of-the-year beers and hopefully along the way I can give props to all the great local beer people here in Chicago with the perpetual hope of a free pint or two along the way. I’ll try to talk about other stuff that interests me as well and if you are looking for beer reviews of “rich-smoky-nutty-grainy-lavendery-dear god I sound like a d-bag variety,” this ain’t the place.
I love you all very much. Thank you for feeding my narcissistic rage to gain attention. Comments, questions, suggestions are encouraged.
