dinner in a glass April 19, 2012
Cubby: How was book club?
Me: It was ok. Had to end it early though.
Cubby: Now what would you like to do?
Me: Drink beer.
Cubby: Don’t you want dinner?
Me: Beer is like dinner in a glass.
Cubby: I don’t think that’s accurate.
Last night after book club we went out and had a few beers. Oh my god- she drinks on a Wednesday? What will the neighbors think? Sometimes I just really want a good beer. Beer is another one of my hobbies. It is perhaps the easiest hobby of all time because all I have to do is, like, pop off a bottle cap or lift a glass. And if I am out in public I don’t even have to pop off my own bottle cap. Yeah. I know. Fricken amazing. The bartender will do it for me. I started the evening with an IPA from Bells and ended it with a chipotle smoked imperial porter. Porters and IPAs are two things that are good things in The Book of Didi.
Cubby isn’t a beer person. I make him taste things and he makes faces as I explain the subtleties of the flavors. He gets miller light in a beer bar because there is no sense in paying more for something he could care less about anyway. It totally cracks me up. He is like the opposite of the kind of guy I thought I would end up with. Long ago I made some joke (yes, it actually happened) about never dating anybody who was in the armed forces, and who didn’t like onions and beer. And here we are today. Check, check, check. I think it’s some kinda cosmic joke that is supposed to serve as a reminder to me that I don’t know my ass from my elbow.
So yesterday (apart from the beer drinking and book clubbing) I decided that I was going to start writing a book. I’ve not mentioned it to anybody yet- although there are plenty of people who know that I have always wanted to write children’s illustrated books- because I think I’ll just do it and then mention it later. I am thinking of writing out parts of it and then having my book club read it and edit for me.
Hmmm, it has approached the snacking hour, so I must leave you with cliff hangers