Some days I would really kill for an ice cold red beer. When I say red beer I mean a beer on tap, in a glass, with a splash of tomato juice. Ice cold this is amazing. Either that or a Corona with lime, again ice cold, warm beer is gross.
My husband has not drank for 11-1/2 years. I have not drank for about as long, except for the occasional drink with a friend about once, maybe twice a year. Sometimes not at all in a year.
But, sometimes, I just get the craving. The intense, irresistible urge to go to the anonymous, crowded, and slightly loud bar and sit and have a tall, ice cold, glass of red beer. The tangy tomato taste combined with the bitterness of the beer make for a smooth, cool, refreshing drink that inevitably satisfies something deep down inside me. Something more than just a craving......
Aaaahhhhhh!
OK, I feel better.
Gentrie
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