"Well I ain't feeling happy
About the state of things in my life
But I'm working to make it better
With a six of Miller High Life"
--TMBG - "Alienatation's for the Rich"
In July, our house was blessed with the arrival of 12 cans of Miller High Life and my cousin S. from Germany. The beer was purchased in Las Vegas, Nevada and transported to Oakland during a drive lasting a half-marathon's worth of hours. The cans drove through Reno and Yosemite and somehow avoided injury from bears and gamblers.
Due to the stellar tour at Anchor Brewing Company the next morning and a drive to the beach in Santa Cruz the next day, the canned-champagne remained when S. started on the road to home.
Current tally:
1 beer partially consumed by T.; discarded after she declared that it tasted like a fraternity party. (Sorry S.)
4 beers consumed by me on Tuesday art nights; L.M. would be proud that I can still drink High Life.
7 beers waiting for folks who are not swayed by the 24-oz bottles of Red Rocket.
Stop by for a toast to S. if you have a chance. Get them while they are cold!
Cheers,
Hans
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