I’ll admit, I’m probably the easiest person to assassinate in America. Why? Because I’m a creature of habit.
Want to shoot me as I drive by? Be at the bottom of Skyline Drive at 8:37 on any weekday morning. Want to poison me? Inject the tubs of Original flavor Tribe Hummus with Strychnine at the Ringwood Stop and Shop on Saturday afternoon. It’s guaranteed one will wind up in my fridge. Want to blow me up while I’m working out? Set the 13″ TV in my basement to detonate at 9:32p.m. I’m an easy target – a man who likes his routines.
I’ve realized that this is also true when it comes to beer, especially on the weekends. This can fluctuate a bit, but most every weekend goes something like this:
FRIDAY: I’ll have a couple of mid-ABV selections on Friday night to celebrate the end of the working week, but nothing that will leave me feeling fuzzy on Saturday morning. Perhaps a Schlafly Irish Stout or an Oskar Blues Old Chub with lots of water in between and after.
SATURDAY: Saturdays are always busy with the kids, so there’s no time to responsibly enjoy a beer during the day. Instead, I wait ’til we put the chillins to bed and then crack open a bigger ABV bomber of something new and interesting. It is kind of my “big beer” experimentation night. I’ll usually follow the bomber up with another 12oz. of something more familiar and nurse it until bedtime.
SUNDAY: I start earlier on Sundays, usually cracking open something sessionable like a Prima Pils, Victory Lager or Dale’s Pale Ale at around 5pm while watching Top Gear on Netflix or playing XBOX with my boy. I’ll have a couple of those, and then switch to water until the kids are in bed. Then it’s up to the mancave for manly TV watching. I’m sad that Game of Thrones is over for the season, but happy that I just got the box set of The Wire for Father’s Day, so that should last me for a few weeks. I like to crack open a bomber of something tried and true on Sundays, like Schlafly’s Reserve Imperial Stout, and slowly enjoy it while I watch my shows. Sundays nights are my last chance to enjoy the weekend, and I want everything to be perfect. I used to mix some whiskey in here, but found Monday mornings were a bit too harsh when I did, so it’s beer and then water for me.
And that’s how I roll most weekends. It’s like clockwork, and it’s a routine that I look forward to most of the week while I’m watching what I eat, drinking lots of water and working out. It’s easier to be good when you have something to look forward to.
How about you? Are you a creature of habit when it comes to enjoying your adult beverages, or is your life dynamic enough (which basically means you have no kids) that you’re like a feather on the wind, never knowing where ebb and flow of the weekend will take you?