Tonight I was pondering if a beer was somewhat like smoking a pipe with the inevitable bitter ending. Of course, I should know better than to drink Corona Light, even with a slice of lime jammed into the bottle. There was no Miller Chill, and ever since I had Blue Moon on tap from Old Chicago, I can’t drink it from the bottle without a great deal of disappointment. And they were out of tons of stuff on Sunday at Fred Meyer. Tons of beer, that is. The last swigs of Corona made me shudder.
Antidote? Flat Earth Wildberry fruit crisps. And pomegranate cranberry juice. Why did I pick up that beer in the first place? Because I had a lime here that Matt left for me to use, and the only thing I would use it with would be Corona Light. Pretty backwards, huh? Why couldn’t I have just left it be? Why did I have to finish it? I always think that once I’ve made a decision, there’s no going back. Luckily that hasn’t gotten me in too much trouble yet, since I’ve never decided to commit a felony (or a non-traffic violating misdemeanor). I wonder what I will do in the face of actual bad decisions. I wonder. Until then, I’ll just eat fruit crisps.