I've been drinking too much delicious beer lately. I'm getting spoiled. I turned my nose up at a free Coors Banquet Beer the other day. You should never turn your nose up at a free beer under any circumstances. Even if it's swill—especially if it's swill.
To remedy my increasing snobbery, I took a break from craft beer to focus on my first alcoholic love: swill. Swill can mean a lot of different things to different people. My definition of swill is everything from Bud/Miller/Coors Light and down. This includes Malt Liquor, PBR and Miller High Life. The characteristic they all have in common is a distinct lack of flavor—good or bad depending on the situation.
Thankfully, for me it's been a good situation. It's been an especially stressful couple of weeks in the Dudefest.com's new Brooklyn Headquarters in anticipation of the arrival of Holland, Fraturday, and Sliz from the terrifying unknown that is Upstate New York. So I've been looking for relief at the bottom of dozens of PBR and High Life cans.
I decided this would be a great time to take a break from craft beers using the same logic stoners use when they "quit" smoking for a week so their "tolerance" will go down. I wanted my brain to forget what great beer tasted like in the hope that my first quality pint in a couple of weeks will seem even better than normal. Only time will tell if my dream will come true.
In the meantime, I'm going to continue attempting to drink a twelver a night of swill for the next couple of weeks. Don't try to call me after 10 pm or so, actually make it 9:30—you never know when I'm going to be ahead of my usual pace.
Smigoversen reads the words and drinks the beers. He twitters here.