You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
That first beer buzz.
It’s the feeling of euphoria that washes over you like a smiley faced water fall.
The first beer buzz is a mental condom that deflects the reality of the world and filters only a positive spectrum of light.
They say everything in moderation. Well nothing is more moderate than one beer.
If you could end your night with a first beer buzz, there’d be no reason to have a 2nd beer. If only Annheusier Busch could invent a product that captured and could prolong that first beer buzz.
If it could be done, DUI’s and unacceptable behavior would be greatly reduced.
That first beer buzz is a front row seat at the circus for your frontal lobe. It is clowns and dancing giraffe’s and cotton candy. That first beer buzz is a sweater on a cold night. It’s a thick smore and a ghost story that makes you flinch.
That first beer buzz is the way you feel when you hear the Jackson Five sing abc. Your brain just starts tapping its foot and it wants to get up and dance.
Perhaps the first beer buzz is what crack heads feel when they take that hit off the pipe. I’ve never done crack, but I’ve talked to drug addicts who say they were hooked from the moment they inhaled.
That’s the difference between addiction and moderation.
First beer buzz is a happy rainbow and a sunset on the Pacific.
But you one too many and you’re a downhill ski racer, barely in contact with the slope. You’re out of control, a hiccup, a flinch, a burp away from hitting the fence at 80 mph, your melon exposed to daylight and turkey buzzards.
For me there is only one first beer buzz. The 2nd beer doesn’t enhance the first beer buzz. The 2nd beer brings with it its own distinct attitude. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it ain’t that first beer buzz.
The first beer buzz is a special beer buzz. It takes you from a red light and quickly accelerates onto the mind’s diamond lane. That first beer buzz puts your top down and puts the wind in your hair.
Damn that’s nice.
After that first beer buzz sets in, you think you’re thinner, you’re convinced you’re more handsome, and you are certain you are better liked by friends than might actually be the case.
That’s the beauty of the first beer buzz. It’s a brand new silk suit that feels like butter when you slide your arms thru the sleeves.
It only lasts a while, so what’s the harm. Just sit back and let a dozen Geisha girls massage your temples.
John Cougar once sang; “life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.”
The first beer buzz can pump a little thrill back into the ordinary, as long as you drink responsibly and in moderation.
I toast you first beer buzz.
And that is crazy.™