When It Happened

As mentioned in the description, beer was not for me. It was for others, those who wanted a watered down, sloppy drink. Something that had to be consumed in vast quantities to hold any sort of alcoholic potential. Enough thought I had traipsed through liquor stores, and seen the vast myriads of beers that awaiting my undeveloped palate I did not dare imagine that any could be truly different from the simple, everyday, thirst quenchers we are exposed to. Bikini models in lingerie fighting in the mud over who knows what. That's what I thought beer was. Then one day, I stopped by a local restaurant, I was going to order a liquor drink, I really was. I saw a beer, one I had heard was good with an orange slice. I ordered a double pint.

The frosty mug touched my lips and the sweet yet bitter acidity filtered through an orange slice dazzled my tongue. It had begun. Yes it was a simple Blue Moon at Ruby Tuesdays, but this would become a keystone in something much greater. A passion for beer. Not just an enjoyable drinking of beer, and certainly not a desire to search for a buzz through a hoppy vesicle. It was a desire to discover and taste uncharted territories. To explore the hence unlocked potentials of the chemo receptors resting dormantly in my mouth. I wanted more. Soon I got it...