My Lonely City

(But then, it’s only 6:40 … a.m. …)

Several studies suggest that light drinking, compared to teetotaling, protects against weight gain around the waistline in women, according to a cheesy diet article written, coincidentally, by a fellow OU grad. Must be true, then, eh? But still, I’m loving it. In a non-McDonald’s kind of way. (Though if McD’s started serving alcohol, I might go there. Well, if they stopped putting dead cows in their french fries, that is… I should get ready, eh? I’m doing no good here.)

So … drink up, me hearties, yo ho!

I have a relative who is a beer snob. (No, really. You have no idea.) My husband’s not really a beer fan – or much alchohol, though he sometimes enjoys margaritas, bloody marys, and chardonnay. I like wine quite a bit, and occasionally a margarita. Dark beer is yummy, but only every once in a while; it tastes so thick. However, I had a wheat beer a while back, and got the hankering to try it again.

Oh. My. Gosh. This is my favorite beer by far (though I still prefer wine). Which is funny, because there’s another that I’ve tried that tastes like (more resembles or suggests, really) chocolate & coffee, & you’d think that would be my favorite. Not a bit of it. Wheat is sooo good. I don’t think I want to drink it often, though; I’m comfortable with my two or three drinks per month quota. Water’s better for me anyway.