Drink!

There is no other sadness quite the same as the sadness of having too much of a good thing. My fondness for Yuengling was also enhanced by its scarcity; as it is not available in sacred Michigan, I'd always had Yuengling when traveling, when visiting kith & kin & seeing new sights. Thus armed with happy associations, on a sojourn to Xanadu last fall I acquired two cases of Yuengling, which lasted me all the dark, killing winter. The more Yuengling I had, the less I looked forward to having Yuengling. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Memorial Day is past, the summer is here, & that mean's it is well past time for my summertime/warm-weather beer, Red Stripe. As the man (the paid spokesman) said, "It's beer! Hooray, beer!"



The Rebel Black Dot Drinking Song of the Day
They Might Be Giants, "Drink!" from Mink Car (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: No, I'm not drinking this early—which would be indicative of a problem—but "Drink!" was sung last night as a kinsman & I "had a beer." He had a Spaten, I had a Red Stripe.

"Let's drink, drink, this town is so great!
Drink, drink, 'Cause it's never too late
To drink, drink, to no big surprise,
But what words rhyme with 'buried alive'?
What words rhyme with 'buried alive'?…"