I have a kegerator in my basement and my handy dandy wife built a bar complete with a beer tap to accommodate our thirsty needs. I like mostly micro-brews and higher quality beers. Call me snooty but Bud and Coors Light just don't cut the mustard and I would only consider drinking the stuff if my wife divorced me and I had nothing else to drink to get drunk to drown my sorrows.
So imagine my excitement levels when I discovered that soon there will be a beer festival in Philadelphia!! My excitement levels are already elevated from playing poker and Wii in the last few days. I might have to get Ben Gay to soothe my cheek muscles from smiling so damn much lately.
I'm going to have to come up with a really good excuse for missing 10 days of work. Although, I suppose, the work part is easy, as I can always fake a pulmonary embolism. The wife is another story- as she'll smell the beer on me and get jealous and want to escape herself. It's times like these when I wish that the children had an off button and you could store them safely in the closet while you go out having fun and sinning.
Nonetheless, when there's a will there's a way of fooling yourself into thinking that you deserve to go out and have fun and shirk adult responsibilities. Please excuse me while I go to post an ad on craigslist for an O-neg type liver as I'm sure mine won't be any good soon.