In my defense, I was sick (that’s Airborne in the glass), but that hadn’t stopped me before. I knew I was coming down with something, and ended up leaving work at noon (which I never do) to sleep on the couch. I had a big trip coming up, and knew I needed to be prepared.
My wife told me to open a beer, and she’d finish it. “Great,” I said, as I drifted off to sleep for the 14th time that day. Teamwork is what makes a marriage successful.
I think you can see where this is going … I woke the next morning feeling a lot better, but it wasn’t until I was seated on the airplane that I realized my mistake – I failed to drink a beer on December 23rd, thus ending my quest to drink 999 different beers in 999 consecutive days.
The question is, “What’s next?” I’ve been sticking to the old regimen since that fateful oversight, and I had a new beer on December 24, 25 … right up to today (Imperial Boont Amber, if you’re wondering). I tried some brand new beers in the midwest, which is where I was headed.
I think I’ll keep on posting new beer reviews, and try to do so on a daily basis (yep, still catching up!), but I think, according to my own self-imposed rules, I’ve failed in my quest.
But really, it’s not like I was trying to invent cold fusion or cure cancer. It’s beer, right?
What do you think? Where should the blog go from here?