Drinking Beer in the Triple Digits
In Portland, the mercury rises to triple digits in summer about as often as snow falls to the ground in winter. I feel the same kind of awe in the face of both. The snow is unmitigated pleasure, while the deathly heat, which settles even into the shadows and persuades all creatures to lie low in silence, is more awe than awesome. We're getting a little run beginning today of very hot weather. Maybe not Phoenix hot, certainly not New Delhi hot, but pretty good by any measure.
And the last thing I want is a beer. It's possible that I'll want something extremely light very late tonight, as I wait for the house to cool enough to sleep. But if I do, it will be yet another doomed tonic, and I'll enjoy it far less than I would on a drizzly 40-degree night. Heat and beer are like oil and water to me. Yet I know that summer is when Americans buy the most beer, so obviously I'm an outlier.
But perhaps there's a ceiling for regular folk, too. Portlanders (and others experiencing triple digits today)--will you be tippling beer or something soft and cold like iced tea?
And the last thing I want is a beer. It's possible that I'll want something extremely light very late tonight, as I wait for the house to cool enough to sleep. But if I do, it will be yet another doomed tonic, and I'll enjoy it far less than I would on a drizzly 40-degree night. Heat and beer are like oil and water to me. Yet I know that summer is when Americans buy the most beer, so obviously I'm an outlier.
But perhaps there's a ceiling for regular folk, too. Portlanders (and others experiencing triple digits today)--will you be tippling beer or something soft and cold like iced tea?