There's a 24 or 30 bottles box of Budweisers, that somebody bought me for Christmas, in the garage. And the house is ALWAYS stocked with provisions (multiple bottles of Benedictine, Glayva, Tawney Port and Harveys BC + what the missus needs...wine and brandy), so this Corona virus can go fuck itself
I hate the Czech Bud, Thor. Way too malty/hoppy for my tastes. I'm not a beer snob so don't have that problem with USA Bud that many others do. I've got a brother in law who gets personally upset every time I sink a Bud or 5 on various family do's. He's one of those pretentious dicks who needs to think the hops were fermented on the thighs of virgins or brewed in the Tibetan heights of Kat Will Do
I hate the Czech Bud, Thor. Way too malty/hoppy for my tastes. I'm not a beer snob so don't have that problem with USA Bud that many others do. I've got a brother in law who gets personally upset every time I sink a Bud or 5 on various family do's. He's one of those pretentious dicks who needs to think the hops were fermented on the thighs of virgins or brewed in the Tibetan heights of Kat Will Do
Ha, ha...no, the 'beer' part. But I just now realized it was your brother-in-law. I thought it was your brother, who worked in law, due to the lack of hyphens.
Down a bottle of red wine now. On to the beers, damned be tomorrow's hangover!
Weird evening. I've downed a bottle of Rosemount white wine, in addition to 6 specialty beers, and now on to a glass of cognac. But the mood out there is hard to get a grasp on. I've had long Facebook chats, and two telephone chats, with friends and family, and it's all very 'limbo' due to the current state of affairs.
It's a public holiday tomorrow, so nobody's working. But with nobody working anyway it doesn't feel like anything special. However, I have my government card which gets stamped every time I leave my cell and go to the supermarket for "essentials". More foodstuffs and toilet rolls I don't need, just to make the booze seem less obvious. If there's any left, that is. Social/sociable drinkers such as myself, who used to be the life and soul of every bar in the neighbo(u)rhood, have now taken to drinking in isolation, in secret. It's very worrying for my liver, but mental health comes first.
