Oh, there is a smidgeon of a thrill creeping down my spine as the words appear on the gleaming white page of this Word doc … I am excited, eager with anticipation and filled with glee for the next hours to come! An entire week has gone by of barely contained enthusiasm as I near the time of departure to the city centre, longing for the cool, succulent and orgasmic taste … of beer!!!!
Soon your hoppy goodness shall pass through my gasping orifice of intake. The nectar of the gods dousing my parched throat, quenching a thirst seven days in the making. I dream of your foamy topping, the soft tickle of your bubbling natural fizziness, your bitter golden fluidity coursing past my tongue and into my stomach.
A product born from the sun and darkness, fresh nature to fermenting grains, pure waters infused with fragrant plants and hints of citrus. A gift from the earth, an ancient concoction passed down throughout history, an art form … a craft, one might say.
I swear to you my loving embrace, the gentle pressing of my lips upon your enclosure of glass, my respect and admiration. By freeing you of the confines of your metal barrel, I free myself of thought and restraint. I give myself willingly up to your influence, and I shall praise you in all your varieties and shades, knowing you are there for me … waiting.
So … yeah … haven’t had a drink in a week. Could you tell?
