This might be a 2009 first: Drinking while writing BYCU. I used to do it regularly. Truth revealed: in the early days, BYCU was normally written after a few hours at the drinking club or, at a minimum, a few hours of front porch drinking. After I felt sufficiently steeled, I’d lumber downstairs with my last beer of the evening and crank out the next morning’s post. I haven’t done that lately, and even last night, I merely cracked open a single bottle of Smithwick’s, a most-righteous and rich beer from Ireland. It’s expensive stuff, but packs a pretty good wallop. I first tried it three years after a TDE reader gave me a six-pack of it. Since then, I’ve drunk it off-and-on. I’d rank it in my Top Ten of favorite beers.
Another friend and TDE reader sent me an article about one drinker’s Top Ten beers. Great beginning: “The only New Year’s resolution that I’ve managed to keep is to drink more beer.” I wish I’d thought of that resolution, especially since I’ve only heard of one of his Top Ten, and it’s a beer that I have to sneak for fear of allegations of homosexuality from my virile circle of acquaintances: the Lindemans Framboise. I can’t drink it straight, but two ounces mixed into 20 ounces of a wheat beer? Hoodoggy, it’s excellent. Our local brewpub offers the concoction, and it’s my favorite. (Ten best beers article: Via Lew Rockwell.)