June 7, 2013

The Session No. 76: Compulsion

Holy hell it feels like last month's session post was only about a week and a half ago. That went by fairly quick. The June edition is on the subject of compulsion and is hosted by Glen Humphries of Beer is Your Friend. Glen notes that this session is sort of a spin-off of the one done by Pints and Pubs a few months ago about a personal beer audit, but asks what might compel those of us with too much beer to keep buying more and how we feel about it all.

I'm not sure how many times I've had to tell this to people when I explain to them how much beer I have, but I almost always justify myself by saying that drinking beer isn't my problem. It's buying it and keeping it around. It might have been that beer audit session that inspired me to talk about my hoarding of said beers, but I don't remember ever going more in-depth about how I feel about it.

If I have an achilles heel when it comes to my beer collecting, It's when I'm at a place with a cooler crammed full of tasty new beers I haven't tried yet. Adding to the problem is that mellow feeling you get after drinking a few pints of wonderfully crafted beer. It's almost a given that I'm going home with at least a six pack. This almost always happens at my favorite place, Blue Dust, or at D's Six Pack and Dog's in Edgewood. Hell, it's pay day today and I'm fighting the urge to go and get a new case (or two) that I probably don't even need due to all of the times I've put together six packs of beer.

Once I'm home and stuffing the bottles into an already semi-full fridge my mind is somewhat clearer. That's when I look at some of the crazy beer's I've bought and shake my head because I bought something wacky and strong like a Lagunitas Undercover Shutdown Ale at a very high 9.6 percent ABV. Something that I'd rarely get a pint of at a craft pub. The only regret I feel is the agony my tongue might be going through once I actually drink it. That's about as far as I go in that area.

I've mentioned many times on this blog that the beer I have is almost treated like money I don't always want to spend. Just imagine Scrooge McDuck swimming in all of his money on an episode of Ducktales. That's pretty much me under the kitchen table (where most of my beer is stacked).

 

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