I have a confession to make: until a few weeks ago you couldn't pay me to drink beer.
I love wine. I love cocktails. I hate beer. That's just how it's been for as long as I've been a drinker.
However, since falling in love with gin, which I also used to hate, I've been mulling it over in my head that I need to give beer another chance.
Back in August I went to Chattanooga to hang out with La, and one night we went to Brewhaus. I did something crazy: I drank a pint of beer.
I will admit that I did it because I didn't want to be the only idiot in there drinking wine. I succumbed to the pressure to be just like everyone else.
And it wasn't bad.
Since then I've enjoyed a couple of specialty beers from our local wine shop, and I think I'm finally becoming David's dream girl.
Then, this past weekend, we were at a sad attempt of an Oktoberfest, sitting in the "beer garden," when I tried a locally brewed beer, Truck Stop Honey.
And it was actually really, really good.
So, a locally-made beer, with a cool design, a decent website, that I actually enjoy. Yea, I'll be stocking my fridge with it, for sure.
And so, I guess I'm officially a beer drinker.
I don't expect that I'll be downing Guinness anytime soon, but maybe someday.