My Cave...

04/05/2009

I suppose every guy has a cave of some sort, and not necessarily a physical one.  Some guys resort to golf, some go fishing.  Others may have a motorcycle or even a bicycle to get away from it all.  Some may bury themselves in books or sports on TV.  Still, others may have a room or a place within their homes where they can go to be alone.

Me, I have a beer fridge.  I have decided it is my cave.  It is where I go when I need to do something just for me; to do something that gives me immense pleasure, almost sexual.  Almost nothing says satisfaction to me as much as a beer I love.  The photos in this piece are of my beer fridge, my cave.  It is stocked at the present time with about six cases, a mere 144 bottles of beer.  The menu includes Fisherman’s IPA, Stoudt’s Double IPA, Wild Goose IPA, Dogfish Head 60 Minute, Bass Pale Ale, Ayinger Celebrator (A Douplebock), Smuttynose IPA, Bell’s Two Hearted Ale, and Troegs’s Hop Back Amber Ale, all of this also known as the good stuff.

Now I should make note there is some beer in the fridge that will never see my throat, those being Bud Light and Miller Light.  These are beers I serve to company.  Most people who visit The Farm have little idea what real beer is and are more than happy to drink mass produced industrial swill.  Luckily for me, the cheap crap is also cheap crap, meaning it does not break my budget to keep it around for a couple of years until someone comes along to drink it.

All this talk about caves has given me a hankering for some spelunking.  It is time for me wish to you a fond adieu as I secret off to my cave and a good IPA, maybe two.

And that is all I have to say about that…