Normally I’m a pretty chaotic person, but for some reason I regiment my social entertainment into neat little rituals. Sunday is Wing Night at Acme Pizzeria. Wednesday is Game Night at Matte and Carolyn’s. Thursday night is Beer Night.
Every Thursday, several friends and myself gather at The Old Toad for expensive lager, which causes judgement to lapse just enough to rationalize even more pricy Hefe Weizen. Stay too long, and I’m looking down the barrel of an Orval, and writing a freelance beer column doesn’t exactly pay for the Belgian stuff.
So here’s to good friends and good beer. For it’s in the company of others that a fine brew is best appreciated. Tonight, I’ll be appreciating Jever Pils.