El Flaco here with my long awaited inaugural post here on Big Orca, shaking off the writer’s block with a controversial topic: the shower beer.
A conversation about shower beer, however, is really a conversation about day drinking. Now as the youngest of the Big Orca clan and a recent college grad, you might think when I say day drinking I’m referring to a weekend long bender of Genny light, Jagerbombs and terrible life choices. And the jalapeno infused tequila sitting in my fridge right now might agree with you.
But with a full-time job and a roommate who happens to be sharing my bed as well as my apartment, Saturdays on the couch with a six pack and shameless streaming of an entire season of Friends are starting to seem too much like my definition of a perfect weekend.
So, back to daydrinking. What it means to me now is a brief window in this march towards adulthood where I get together with the best and brightest to reach towards the sun just one more time. St. Patrick’s day 2013 and 2014. The second anniversary of my 21st birthday last March. The first of many “man days” last year when five brothers donned thrift store safety vests to keep one of our nation’s greatest cities safe from ourselves.
When three cousins decided to shed off all sense of responsibility and go on a road trip just to spend a few more hours together despite the complete waste of gas, money and time…and ended up in bed by 12:30.
Let’s face it. We have things to do the next day. Staying up until 5am on a Saturday means that you better have a three day weekend or you are in for some serious self loathing next week. Not to mention the back pain, financial woes and spousal anger you might have incurred. Before a night of debauchery, you spend the entire day thinking about what could be. My proposal to you, ladies and gentleman, is don’t waste the day. Seize it.
Wake up. Go to the fridge. Maybe have a glass of water on your way, but while you are still in the haze of slumber, reach in and grab your favorite session IPA. My personal choice is Stillwater’s Classique, because who isn’t inspired to grab life by the cojones when facing the gaze of this epic gentleman.
At first, there will be judgement. But as we know, all great change faces resistance. So join me my fellow trailblazers as we crack one open in the midst of cleansing and fill our spirits with a taste that is bold but respectful that it will be the first of many on this fine morning.