Thirsty Thursday

Yup, you read that correctly. I’m sure I’m not the first person to declare this, but, as CEO & president of this particular blog, I hearby declare the last Thursday of every month THIRSTY THURSDAY! That is, until I run out of things to talk about. But, come on, there’s so much to discuss! Not only about beer, but cocktails, shots, wine and yes, even drinks of the non-alcoholic variety. Believe me, every Momma has explored her n/a options at some point.

 Since this is my very first Thirsty Thursday post, let’s start at the very beginning… I hear it’s a very good place to start. My love affair with beer began very early in life. I believe I was around 8, maybe 9 years old when I realized what beer was. My dad would have a couple while hanging out with the neighbors. Like Rated R movies, beer & liquor was forbidden in our home by my Mother. (later in life, she loosened her restrictions on the alcohol, but to this day, won’t allow Rated R movies in her home!) This was the age where I started to question why I was sheltered from certain things. Like beer… obviously, I’m not supposed to drink it, but why?

I noted the excitement in my dad’s eyes when he was offered a beer. The neighbors who did drink, not only had kids my sisters’ and my age to hang out with, but they always had plenty of Budweiser on hand for drinking & sharing. On the rare occasion that my dad would hang out with us at the neighbors – *gasp* without my mother – I took advantage of it by satisfying my curiosity. “Dad? Could I have a sip of your beer, please?” my dad casually looked around and said: “Really? Oh, sure… but, just a sip!” Me… SLURP! “Mmmm, that’s good.” My dad laughed as he said “Ok, just don’t tell your Mother.” I didn’t question it, and I never did tell my Mother… because it definitely happened more than once. And, I always came back for at least one more sip, especially if I heard a new can being cracked opened. To this day, Budweiser (or Bud-heavy as I like to call it) holds a special place in my heart. It was love at “first sip”… even if my younger sister thought I was NUTS to like something that tasted like sock-sweat. I didn’t care, I knew what I liked! I always did dance to my own tune.
Do you have a fun first drinking memory to share? Comment below or email me with your stories. I may use them in my next Thirsty Thursday post! 

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  1. Posted June 28, 2010 at 9:29 pm | Permalink

    LOVE IT!!!!!
    Alizza Welzel Enders sent me.


  2. Posted June 30, 2010 at 8:29 pm | Permalink

    Cheers! Nothing wrong with an ice cold beer, or maybe a cosmo. Life is insane enough, no need to deny ourselves a little fun.

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