It's hard to be this good!

I started this blog a week or so ago. My idea was to talk (complain) about all the stupid people I come across daily. In addition, I wanted to give people my opinions on beer. The funny thing is that most of my posts have been about my beer. I am starting to realize that as much as I hate stupid people, and as much as they piss me off, a beer makes everything better.

I haven't been a beer drinker for that long. There was a time when a 6 pack would last a month or more in my fridge. I would drink a bottle on the weekend, or go wild and drink one on a "school night". I would pawn the rest off on my friends and family just to get rid of it. I was a very popular guy in the neighborhood.

Then came the day that changed everything. I was watching "Passport to Europe" with Samantha Brown on the Travel Channel. As luck would have it, it was a marathon and I had a new 6 pack of Pilsner Urquell in the fridge. I was all set for the next 5 hours.

I never had an interest in traveling outside of the country. But after watching 4 hours of Samantha tour around Paris, London, Venice, Vienna, and Berlin, I was hooked. In a matter of hours, I had a plan to head across the pond to the U.K. and visit jolly ol' London. I was excited to see all the places Samantha went. However, I was more excited to drink the beer. That was it. That was the beginning of my love for beer.

I began to "train" for my vacation that very weekend. As I mentioned earlier, I wasn't much of a beer drinker. I needed to practice. So I went to the store and bought two 6-packs of beer, Bass Ale and New Castle Brown Ale. It was an eye opening experience. This was really a different kind of beer, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. I started training a little slow by drinking 1 beer a day, everyday. Then on the weekends, I would train a little harder by having 2 or 3 a day. By the time I arrived in London, I was good to go.

As soon as I stepped out of the tube tunnel onto the London streets, I was hooked. By the second day, I was ready to return the next year. By the third day, I had decided that I wanted to return to Europe every year. I was in love with London, and I loved the English Ale. However, I knew there was better beer still out there. That beer that I speak of is brewed in a place called Germany. Germany translates to, "Disneyland for beer". O yeah, I love Disneyland.

London beer is a good top, but Germany is the major leagues. Not a place for the timid beer drinker. If I could have hired a personal trainer, I would have. Upon arriving home from London, I started my training at a furious pace. I went at it with everything I had.

By the time I got to Munich, I was up to 3 beers a night. Now I know that doesn't seem like much, but it was for me. On a weekend, I would go through a case. I was dedicated! I drank my way through breakfast, lunch, and dinner in Germany. I can't even begin to describe how amazing the beer was. To have a litre of the best beer in the world (remember, this is my blog and my opinion is the only one that counts) was the pinnacle of all my hard work. This was the gold medal for all my hard work and determination. Every litre they brought me was another trophy that I could drink.

Today, I don't drink as much as I used to. I drink more. But I don't drink cheap beer. I look for a new beer to try every time. The selection of beer that is available is amazing. Some of my favorite beers are micro brews made right here is the states. Breweries like Flying Dog, New Belgium, Dogfish Head, Lost Coast, and Moylan's are what makes beer so much fun. There is a different beer to drink everyday, so I do. I am good. I am really good. It is hard to be this good.

-Prost!