Libate, Don't Debate, I am Blog-tastic

To all you Grape Nuts*, Barley Hop-ers** and Prolibaters,

A guilty catholic at heart, I entered the world of alcoholic debauchery hesitantly. I am ashamed to admit that I knew little of class, style and fine taste in my early freshman years. My room adorned with drinking posters and my recycling bin full of Milwaukee's Best (better known as The Beast***). Without a doubt, years of drinking Aristocrat Vodka and Bacardi 151 Rum have scorched not only the buds of my tongue, but the taste centers of my brain and perhaps... extinguished the very light that a good drink can bring to a young mans soul. After years of physical, emotional and classiness therapy, I realized that there are affordable and sophisticated alternatives to drinking gasoline.

It is my hope that I may liberate those chained to the funky not so fresh macrobrew concoctions and introduce a world of fantastic taste, not driven by drunken debauchery (though happy party times will be had by all).

So I say to you, it is my souls purpose to guide you through the brewery of your soul to find that beer which will accompany you through life, through thick and thin till tapped is your keg. I welcome you to join this epic adventure in search of the perfect drink. Or dare I say, I invite you on a beer-tastic romp navigating our way through the funky and the skunky in the search of the "crazy delicious".

Andrew Out.
* Grape Nuts = Wine Lover/Afficiando.
** Barley Hop-ers = Sean's term for Beer Drinkers.
*** If the Beast is the Best Milwaukee has to offer. I strongly discourage ever conversing with the citys likely troubled inhabitants.

I Hate to Wine About It, But...

There comes a time in every life where the landscape of beverages changes, and a whole new world opens up to be explored. To some, this change of perspective is simply to perceive their Friday night as the chance for an alcohol-induced romp with the world as their playground. To others, it is the source of a special sort of snobbery that only a vice can harbor. From one view to the other and everything in between, all Prolibaters tend to fall from that exploratory grace into the distraction of habit. That we are such creatures by nature will explain, and in a sense pardon, this unfortunate form of indolence but it is contrary to the intention of this blog.

As a newly christened 21 year old and having survived the attempted homicide that is the first night at a bar (as well as being a veteran of dorm rooms), I have become increasingly aware of the inefficiency of the makeshift networks of information sharing that is known as word of mouth. While the occasional diamond in the rough is found, the cogent evidence of the recommendation will and must decide the matter. This blog serves as a record of that very evidence. It is an account of a journey in taste and experimentation. It is a log of praise for the crazy delicious of the world, and the reprobation of the wretched and vile. It is, simply put, a chronicle of the quest for Partakable Libations.