Ever notice how cold beer makes you hot? I just don't get it and it seems so unfair.
Imagine this... it's a summertime 100 degrees in the Georgia sun. You are out shopping and you notice a dark icey looking Japanese restaurant sitting in the middle of the strip mall's asphalt lake. Yum! Delicious! Delectable! The bamboo painteed on the glass door seems to waft to and fro and call, "Come to me, come to me..." You obey.
Inside, seating yourself at the sushi bar, you feel the sweat beginning to freeze into little droplets of ice as your eyes rest on the soft green and brown decor. You order California roll and a 20 ounce Sapporo. While the sushi chef busy's himself with his craft, your beer magically floats to your side in the hands of Non, your server, a wisp of a girl.
One slow sip. Then another not so slow. And a third that is long and deep. Ahhhhh...... Can anything be so good? So cold? So perfect? You rest. It's been a long hot day. One more really good swig and then...BAM!!! It hits you. Your face flushes red, your palms warm up and suddenly you are sweating again!
You even feel it in the crook of your elbows!
Life is full of little surprises. But this!?! Why this?! I never get used to it... that wonderful, delicious cold of golden liquid washing through my whole body only to jolt me into its cruel joke of robbing the cool and returning the heat.
Cheers!!
