Has anyone actually made it through all 99 verses? I’m not much of a beer drinker, though I’ve had my moments. The taste and variety of beer varies tremendously, but I’ve never become accustomed to warm.
Perhaps chilled beer is an American infatuation. I’ve been to Europe and Asia. Warm beer is more common in the former than the latter.
Even the term “warm” requires a definition as the actual temperature of beer served in various parts of the US and the rest of the world varies.
I hope my Aussie friends forgive me; I like beer so cold I can feel it going all the way down; so cold that when it comes out an hour later it’s still cold.
Much of what passes for good beer these days has more of a bitter taste than I care for. It’s a problem I have with coffee, which I cannot drink.
Too much Kool-Aid as a kid now requires adult beverages to carry similarly sweet requirements.
As to 99 bottles of beer on the wall, has anyone actually made it through all 99 verses? Sober? I remember getting down to the 20th verse once or twice, though I remember nothing after that.
Maybe we made it, maybe we didn’t. We tried. That was before the age of a designated driver who could have doubled as judge and official counter.
I bring up the 99 bottles because yesterday marked 99 days, starting from my objective of 101 days. That gets me to about the last week of August.
Beer is best served in the summer when it’s warm and dry. Or, hot and dry. Or, when you’re just dry. August will be fine, and LA will be sufficiently dry and warm.
I don’t have a favorite beer but as I get closer to the middle of August I’ll get a few bottles of what I remember tasting good and put them on ice.
A few friends and family will be around to help me count down. 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. 101 Days.
Then I’ll pop a cold one and say, ‘This Bud’s for you.’