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The Session, a.k.a. Beer Blogging Friday, is an opportunity once a month for beer bloggers from around the world to get together and write from their own unique perspective on a single topic. Each month, a different beer blogger hosts the Session, chooses a topic and creates a round-up listing all of the participants, along with a short pithy critique of each entry. All the cool kids are doing it, so I figured I’d hop on the bandwagon. This month Doug of Baltimore Bistros and Beer is hosting and asks why do we drink?
This is a question I’ve been thinking about since reading this Beer Graphs article a few weeks ago, so I thought it’d be a great topic to kick off my attempt at The Session. As a craft beer…enthusiast…there are often more days of the week that I do drink than I don’t. At times this worries me, but this isn’t supposed to slide into a debate of the line we straddle in the name of research. This is supposed to be a reflection on what brings us there in the first place. So, what drives me to reach for a beer when I come home from work? Plenty, though most of it is just a rationalization for what’s at the heart of the issue.
I could sit here and spend a couple hundred words waxing poetic about how I drink beer for the adventure. How every time I crack open a new beer an exciting journey awaits. A trek into the pine forest of a fresh, dank IPA. A trip through the tundra, every sip of a barrel aged Imperial Stout serving to momentarily warm me through the chill. A hike through Germany with the liquid bread of a doppelbock, or a day at the shore with a crisp pilsner. I could go on about how enjoying a beer after work is like reading a good book, taking me out of the present and into whatever world my imagination conjures. I could say all that, and I wouldn’t be lying. I also wouldn’t be getting to the root of why I drink either.
I drink because I enjoy it, and I enjoy every aspect that comes along with it. I enjoy the taste, the scent, hell, I even enjoy the way beer looks (beertography, anyone?). I enjoy the camaraderie at craft bars and beer events, a camaraderie I’ve only ever seen matched in the snowboarding community. I enjoy making my own. I enjoy the relaxing nature of it. I enjoy how a beer can make a shitty Tuesday bearable or an awesome Friday even better. I enjoy how it can bring people together, turning an awkward outing into a late night dance party. I enjoy simply discussing it, I’m sure some would say too much. I enjoy the temporary escape that it provides from things that actually, you know, matter.
I drink beer because I enjoy beer. Sometimes, that’s all the reason you need.