Am I the only one to feel this way, or is that
first beer in the
morning somehow
special?
For morning
drinking I usually select a
heavy brew; a
stout or perhaps a
porter.
Ma always said that
breakfast was
the most important meal of the day, so I make it a point to
consume something of substance!
I usually take my time and
savor the moment; morning's
gentle light, the chirping of
birds, the sight of
folks rushing about in the streets as they head off to
work, subtle noises made by my
neighbors moving about as they arise, perchance to
drink beer also.
Maybe it's just me, maybe it's just the
moment, maybe it's just how
morning beer goes straight to my
head on an
empty stomach, but somehow I feel so, fresh and light and, well,
useless after that first beer of the morning that I promptly get another beer and then another and another and before you know it the whole morning is shot.
Then it's time for that first beer of the afternoon.
Am I the only one to feel this way, or is that
first beer of the
afternoon somehow
special?