We are currently in Mississippi, visiting family and friends. It’s the weekend of my 20-year high school reunion; and while for a variety of reasons I won’t be attending the main event, I did crash the first part of it last night (a football tailgate), and hung out with a couple of girlfriends afterward.
I was informed that, at one point after college, I tried to encourage a friend of mine to drink beer (rather than a mixed drink, maybe?) because she needed to “embrace the cheapness of it.” She swears that beer in question was Bud Light. I have to believe her, if for no other reason she probably has a much better memory that I do (perhaps this is one I repressed?).
On a weekend when the memories of 20+ years ago are discussed at will — recalled with glee, giggles, eye-rolling, forehead-grasping, and head-shaking — this is the standout memory that haunts.
For as she told me this, we sat at a table in an Irish pub; I had a Guinness in my glass, and she had water.
I think I ruined beer for her.