I don’t think it’s talked about enough: A good beer buzz.
Maybe you are a normal fuck. You don’t need beer or pot to open up an environment for you to act like a normal person.
Sadly (or not), I need a beer or two to actually enjoy things. To think like a norm.
That came out wrong; I enjoy things without beer. I am not THAT bad off. But my anxiety filled mind quiets down a bit after a good beer or two.
The right music and a second beer in? I am usually feeling pretty good. A nice buzz, man. That’s what I like, what I need. It’s a big part of why I like beer.
That’s the “Golden Hour” in beer drinking. For filmmakers it’s that last hour of light, when everything looks magical on film.
For beer drinking it’s that buzz after two beers. It doesn’t last long, maybe an hour – one foot in reality, awake and still making good decisions, one foot into a mind altered state where everything is kinda fun.
I am not afraid to admit it. A nice little buzz is what I look for most drinking sessions. I like it. It’s nice. It should be enjoyed and talked about more often.
I will say I don’t understand why they put “dank supreme” on the Mr. Hoppy beer, I did not get dank at all, which is fine, I don’t freaking care because it was a good beer, it’s just in this day and age when you say “dank” on the label and then you add “supreme” and you marry that with a SD brewer that knows how to make a damn dank beer and knows what a hazy California San Diego IPA is going to be in your mind – yes you know what we are going to think when you say those two words we are thinking HAZY AND POT – and you make the beer clear as fuck and totally west coast and now I am thinking “There are no rules to beer society anymore!! Every one do whatever the fuck you want!!” and that is cool and all but you made a westie, good on ya I guess.