i’ve only had one drink (a beer) since 2006, as some of you know, which frankly impresses me more than the fact that i’ve gone almost a half-year off smokes. that said, i never thought i’d reach this point, in which i can say that i like sparkling water better than beer. seriously, i haven’t been so obsessed with a beverage since i first discovered pabsts. times change, eh? i should seal the deal and start wearing running suits, i know.
none of this newfound temperance means that i won’t still act out on special occasions like any sort of sewanee-related rendez-vous… and of course wobs’ new gig needs celebrating, too, and that probably means whiskey. but the light, effervescent gladness that accompanies a half-dozen gulps of fizz beats the hell out of a “poor man’s black and tan” (michelob dark + bud) any old day.
(and who the hell needs hangovers when you’re already working in the got’damn labor movement? i feel for anybody in their late twenties who cannot make themselves hysterical without the help of alcohol poisoning. i feel for ’em, but i don’t understand.)
seriously, i slurp so much fizz that i’ve had to impose some strictures since i started working from home: no fizz until two pm, the man says. that way i’ve got four hours’ full hydration before the deluge. yeah, things’re weird, you know? weird and fizzy, though. like jim ross says about the triple cage tower of doom format, this biz is “not for the weak at heart; i mean, you gotta be a STALLION.”