Beerings. (glug glug glug).

Ok, ya got me.  Every now and again on a Friday, Saturday…er, Monday, Tuesday (really any day_ I have been known to enjoy a drink or two.  It started long, long ago in a world where Audrey was (kids cover your eyes) 16 and making friendships simultaneously with ‘the big kids’ and the ever-economical life-of-the-party, Natural Ice.

“Ew.  Gross!”  you’re thinking but no, you’re wrong!  It was the succession of Natural Ice to Miller Lite, Miller Lite to Miller High Life, Miller High Life to PBR and so on and so forth that eventually led me to such heavenly beverages as Stone Brewery’s Smoked Porter and the take-no-prisoners destruction behind Unibroue’s Fin du Monde.

No holds barred. Those Canadians are crazy!

And, lately, whether recapturing the ‘back-steps-of-the-grange-hall-at-an-indie-show’ days or purely from lack of bankroll I’ve been remembering, embracing and yes, even celebrating the poo-poo beers of my past.  Here’s how to celebrate yours:

Forget Montezuma's revenge after a night of these bad boys

Miller Lite actually doesn't taste that bad at all...

Order shamelessly at Local 188 and you'll save yourself a whole lotta green

Hot Dogs. Miller High Life. Need I say more?

Because, gosh darn it, the only way to make something that is already nostalgic and delicious even better is by putting it on something you can wear.  Beerings are on sale at my Etsy store (click any image to get there) for $10 and I’ll even drive them over to you if you live locally to save on shipping.  And that’s not all – no matter what your brand I can make it, so if it’s not pictured here or in my shop that just means I haven’t drank that recently!  I would be happy to buy a couple of singles of your favorite, down ’em, and then break out the dremel tool.

Some favorite memories of beer, through time, won’t you walk with me?

1.  Climbing the quarry at night, drinking in the woods at the top and then realizing, perfectly inebriated, that scaling the rock wall down was unanticipated.  (Hint:  you have to jump the remaining 10 feet)

2.  Panicking at bars after my 21st birthday feeling desperately in need of having ‘my drink.’  This soon became Newcastle which makes sense because I have a wild sweet tooth.

Don't panic, Audrey!

3.  Any of a handful of nights involving brewskis that led to seeing the next morning without all that pesky ‘sleep.’  The most notable of these would be prom night, watching the sun rise at Willard Beach with friends.

4.  The opening of Novare Res in the Old Port, and any subsequent new beers that I’d never tasted before that I learned I loved.

5.  Tasting home-brewed beers from a wedding I shot last year.  The labels had my photographs printed on them!  How cool is that?!

 

I would love to hear of any and all your favorite beer memories, …is that an oxymoron?

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