I know that you technically don't have a substance abuse problem until you check into rehab.
When I last left you to save the world one child at a time (bet you feel guilty know, huh?), Kory and I were waiting in line for free beer.
"Geez, stop slobbering already. I know you are going through withdrawals and all, but you're embarrassing me with all that facial twitching. And do you have the shakes? People are going to think you have a problem. Hey, are you listening? Allison?"
"I can't stand the waiting anymore -- I need free stuff! Free beer samples, free F&WF cups. Dirty, used Disney napkins? Are they free? I'll take 'em!"
Oh, you sit there on your high, ergonomic office horse and judge. But just admit it, you like free Disney stuff, too. You know you have a box of free Disney crap tucked away at home. Resort room cards; assorted Disney paperwork. Parking passes, resort maps,
at least eight copies of Disney's Guide to Resort and Park Dining. And let's not even talk about the basket in your guest bathroom full of stolen Disney toiletries. Ya betta recognize!
So were in line and I swear those folks setting up are taking for-ev-errrrr! It aint rocket science, ya know. Slap a couple bottles on the table (hell, even a couple dozen, no need to separate the case), open the gates and let us fight it out. I might be small, but I can pack a punch. Although I dont pack him, I make him drive.
While waiting, I use my time wisely. Obnoxiously tapping my foot, deliberately clearing my throat, scratching my chin while I perfect my evil eye.
Welcome, everyone, to the
Beers Around the World seminar," the hostess begins. "In a few minutes, youll have the opportunity to try several completely different beers and possibly learn something you didnt know about this popular beverage. As you see, there is a bucket with four beers on each table..."
"Now some tables have two chairs and others four, so if you have a small party and sit at a table for four, please make space. You will have to shaaaaaare yoooour beeeeer
The world slows to an unbearable pace. I see Kory snap his head, eyes wide with fear. Hes mouthing something and shaking his head. I swear there is a tear in his eye.
I shake his shoulders and slap him dramatically three times across the face. Why three times? Eh, I was on a roll.
Get a hold of yourself, man!" I vociferate. That means yell. I love me a thesaurus.
I lower my voice, We can beat the system. Now, this is what we know. There are 10 couples ahead of us and there are 8 tables of two. The odds are good for us. However, we are still couple #10 so we have to think smart. We can probably slip past one couple while they grab cups and napkins from the CM. But we still have to get past couple #8. I look around the patio, do some visual recon and locate a weakness we can exploit. Ok, this is what I suggest...
We cup hands, we whisper, we point, we nod. Blueprints are consulted; compasses are read. We layer hands and shout, Break! We had our plan to take this free beer seminar by storm.
The hostess calls for our attention again, All right, everyone, as you come past Julie here, grab 4 cups and a napkin. Find a table and make room for others as we have a full house this afternoon
At that moment, Kory points up and shouts. Look, up in the trees! Disney Dollars, in high denominations, falling from the sky!
We bum rush all the Chicken Littles, pushing old ladies to the ground.
"Called it!" We sit down at the best two-top on the patio, giving each other high-fives. We scored ourselves a rockin table right by the wall. I mean, look at this view!
Our view to the left.
My view.
Kory's view.
So, I exaggerated a little on my story. If you must know the whole truth, I only slapped him twice. Ok, ok, once. Geez. Truth police over here.
So, the seminar begins and we are introduced to the new other man in my life. Yes, for the next 30 minutes, he has usurped ol' Mickey-drawers.
This is Dave. Dave gives free beer. We love Dave.
So, have ya ever been to a free beer event? Let me fill you in.
It's free. Oh, so you knew that. Aren't you a smarty pants. Ok, well they give you a bucket o' beer and a bottle opener. If you don't get an opener, like us, then hope one of you smokes.
Lighters are more than just cancer stick accessories.
Dave is waiting for Kory to finish drinking so he can continue, "I said take a
sip!"
Not only did we drink four different types of beer, we learned all about them, too! Like did you know how beer was first created? A lot of people don't know this story, but long ago (you know, back in yore), an apprentice cowkeep named Plitepreer was nearly kicked out of his cowkeeping school for spending too much time daydreaming. When the head cowkeep asked what was wrong, he responded, "Not happy in my work I guess. I want to be a chemist!"
The cowkeepmates, shocked at his answer, whispered to one another, "Plitepreer doesn't want to keep cows! Plitepreer doesn't want to keep cows!"
So as punishment for daydreaming, they made him brush the cows when they came in every night. Well Plitepreer would take hops and barley that fell off and experiment with them. He spent many a late night in the lab, mixing and tasting his creations.
Eventually, he created something he liked and shared it with his cowkeepmates. When word spread about a beverage that gives people the warm fuzzies, commoners lined the street begging for more. There was cheering in the streets.
The King tried this bubbly drink and was elated! He wanted to honor the clever creator. Not only was going to name the drink after him but also name a time of day after him -- the
official time of day when people can start drinking.
Only when people pointed out Plitepreer and the King asked for him name, Plitepreer was so drunk (after all, he had been drinking every night for months), he mispronounced his own name.
And that, my friends, is the story of how Lite Beer was created.
And the time of day created in honor?
Beer:30
True story. Surprised you hadn't heard it before.
Back to the present. Unfortunately, the event didn't last long and we still had a few questions left we wanted answered. We also had some free beer left and damnit we were going to finish it. And whatever our neighbors hadn't. So as soon as people left the patio, we pilfered the good stuff from the nearby tables and called Dave over to chat him up. We fired off some very important questions that had been plaguing us for quite some time.
"Do you like Pina Coladas? And getting caught in the rain?"
"Why do birds suddenly appear?"
"Do you know the way to San Jose?"
He stared for a minute, shrugged and walked off, leaving us to our beer. I shout back, "By the way, I've had the time of my life. No, I've never felt this way before. Yes, I swear it's the truth. And I owe it all to you. Love ya, mean it!"
We turn back, smile and shrug to each other, satisfied and saturated. Me satisfied with freeness; Kory saturated with beerness.
This was my attempt at actually turning the aperture dial. I always wondered what it was for. Taking pictures of beer, apparently. Mmmm, beeeeer.
Eventually, we hoist our lazy selves out of the chairs and off the patio. We wave goodbye to our fantabulous table and our fantabulous host. Love ya lots, Dave. Same time, next year?
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