tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869083807077103482.post4057442135661233513..comments2020-06-02T08:00:06.073-07:00Comments on Beer Club: WHAT HATH ALED THE HAMSTER: A BEERISTIC AUTOBIOGRAPHY - pt. 1Church Keyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06569761501381296361noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869083807077103482.post-77208767371844274382009-02-09T12:25:00.000-08:002009-02-09T12:25:00.000-08:00thank you my rodentially honest friend. i didn't h...thank you my rodentially honest friend. i didn't have my first beer until college. it was a bottle of guiness and it tasted like what i can only describe as a tractor tire run through a blender. <BR/>yep, beer is terrible it scolded myself. my 21st birthday came and went and i was offered all kinds of free alchohol which i stubbornly refused. Fast forward to age 24 and while standing in a greasy kitchen next to a hot Hobart machine pumping steam and causing my forhead to leak, i am handed an equally sweaty and cold bottle of Stella Artois. She was french, cute, and had a big-ass tatoo of a dragon from her upper ass to her middle back. She smiled, i gulped, and then i began to smile with her.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869083807077103482.post-2973325611104173272009-02-06T20:13:00.000-08:002009-02-06T20:13:00.000-08:00and welcome Hamsterand welcome HamsterChurch Keyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06569761501381296361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869083807077103482.post-44074951529211652052009-02-06T20:12:00.000-08:002009-02-06T20:12:00.000-08:00ahh yes, the first real tasting of beer. I've had...ahh yes, the first real tasting of beer. I've had multiple "first tastings". You know the Buds, Coors, Coronas while in High School and again in College...and at Camp as well. I remember hangin in the 40 and in the parking lot by the horses. Blake smuggled some brew in while as a guest. <BR/>But it wasn't until I no longer had to sneak a drink that I could truly appreciate and enjoy my B-cubed (beautiful beloved beverage). It started with Boulevard Unfiltered Wheat, then Shiner Bock, Amber Bock, Irish Red, and Fat Tire. Fat Tire opened my eyes and they haven't closed since. Damn I could sure go for a beer right now. Damn.Church Keyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06569761501381296361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869083807077103482.post-87686870205417563472009-02-06T18:45:00.000-08:002009-02-06T18:45:00.000-08:00word. chelsea's husband has influenced my love for...word. chelsea's husband has influenced my love for beer as much as beer has. word.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869083807077103482.post-57942749144236818762009-02-06T17:21:00.000-08:002009-02-06T17:21:00.000-08:00That was so inspirational, that I am thinking abou...That was so inspirational, that I am thinking about drinking a beer...even though I just took a dose of nyquil. My first taste of alkihol was Rolling Rock. I haven't had one of those in so long that I don't even remember if it is decent. I know it says "Pale Ale" on it, so that is at least a nice place to start. That fall, after the summer you defiled the flamingo with Chelsea and Coors, Chelsea's husband and I dove into bottles of Budweiser on the balcony of our Springfield apartment. Then the age of Busch began. I would take a 5 dollar bill and buy a 6 pack of suds and a burrito at Taco Bell. Thank you Springfield Brewing Company for rescuing me out of the commercial hype swamp of big money breweries. I almost always enjoy my beer at home out of a Springfield Brew Co. glass, and it reminds me of the origins of my love for brew.and the only prescription is...https://www.blogger.com/profile/01366549739848834624noreply@blogger.com