I came across this sign at the local pub where Natasha, her daughter and I were watching the Green Bay Packer football game this past Sunday.
Go Pack Go!
Truth or no?
Do you have a great story from ordering a beer? Or another adult refreshment?
Can you debunk this supposition with an awesome soda story?
Relative to moi, I have a memorable soda story, but it’s not a great story. Several years ago, I had walking pneumonia and there was a critical desire to go to the local Walgreen’s for a liter of 7-Up. I was miserable, but made myself get in the car and go. Back at home, upon opening said soda, it turned into a volcano of fizz that landed all over the kitchen counter, the kitchen floor and on me. I had been fighting illness for nine days, with no end in sight. The volcano soda put me over the edge. I threw myself on the floor in a childlike fit and wailed, “Really God? What did I do to p*ss you off?” Then I called my co-worker and wailed (again) to her about how awful I felt. Then I called the then husband and told him to come home and take me to the ER.
Nope, not a great story. Rather, it is pitiful. A pitiful soda story.
On the other hand, I have fond memories and great stories of beer and brandy old fashioned’s and wine and chocolate martinis. (You can read about chocolate martini therapy HERE.)
Not that I’m a big drinker or need intervention or hide bottles in the underwear drawer. Oh no, I’m very much a weenie when it comes to alcohol. My 96 year old mom could drink me under the table. Yet, I could tell a story or two of great times with a glass of adult refreshment in hand…
Celebrating freedom from a bad marriage
Celebrating a football win
Celebrating a holiday with family
Celebrating a mother’s birthday
Celebrating a co-worker’s retirement
Celebrating the ability to talk stupid and laugh lots with a friend
But this is not about me. It’s about you, the sudsy and fizzy readers of this post.
What is your beer or soda story? I want to know. Your fellow bloggers and connoisseurs of comments want to know. The world wants to know.