Friday, August 15, 2008

Pick your Poison

I have a confession: this is the second time this week I've bought a beer on the ferry. There's something to say about sipping a delicious (expensive!!) microwbrew amidst the hustle and bustle of the "galley". All around me, people have picked their poison. Some hold beer hidden in white Budweiser cups, others have glasses of red and white wine.

Usually I try to avoid buying expensive beer on the boat, but this week it's been different. I woke up at 4am for three days straight, anchored the news on two radio stations, and drove all over town for stories. I admit it, beer is a drug, and I relish the way it feels slipping down my esophagus, numbing my body of stress. There are better ways to beat stress (I know miss health repoter), but none of those feel this good!

That's where the danger comes in. When I'm stressed out, do I really need to plug 150 calories of liquid poison into my veins? The answer is "no", but dang, I do enjoy it.

Happy sipping all my ferry friends!


Dan-Eric Slocum said...

I say ENJOY. I don't drink because I drank all the time. Morning. Noon. Night. 24/7. 365.

There's a difference between "enjoying a beverage" and being an alcoholic. A BIG difference. Enjoy. When you start waking up in the middle of the night to take a drink, and drinking first thing in the morning, then you've got issues.

Party on.

Colleen said...

Eric said it all.

Party on.

I too enjoy a cold beer after a long work week. Nothin' like a good numbin'