As I was cleaning out my room in preparation of my move back to Vernon, I came across an old in class writing exercise that I had done in one of my professional writing classes with Elizabeth Grove-White. Distant cousin to the great Kildare Dobbs, don’tcha know! No? Hmm, oh well, the exercise isn’t much to speak of anyways, but I thought I would record its existence before consigning it to the recycling heap of yesteryear. After all, my most famous blog post, Date A Boy Who Drinks, also began its life as an in class exercise with EGW!
Lately I have been watching a lot of European football (soccer) on American TV channels, and one commercial in particular has stood out to me. Amazingly it’s the most recent 30 second Budweiser commercial. Now I am by no means a fan of their main beer brands, but there are a few things about this commercial that thrill and excite me. Watch the commercial, and then read on to see why I deemed it worthy of analysis.
Khiran and I got the great idea to write tasting notes for bad tasting beers. Because beer blogs need more reviews on Budweiser and PBR. Or so that was the theory. With the help of Khiran’s roommate Will, we succeeded in buying lots of bad beer. While picking out our beers at the government liquor store, we scoffed at the sign above the 8 packs of PBR that read “Try something new!” We bought some anyways. Then we began to drink.
This past Wednesday at UVic I attended Beerology, hosted by the Scientific Method, and held in the Vertigo room of the SUB. This was not a new event, for I seem to remember seeing posters last year, but this was the first time that I had ever attended! There were six local breweries in attendance, one cidery from up island, one brewery from Vancouver, and one promotional booth for the second edition of Joe Wiebe’s Craft Beer Revolution. They all had about three or four creations for sampling, and owing to the social nature of my attendance, and the relatively small for tasting notes 4oz glasses, I opted to drink rather than think too much at the event. Despite my lack of tasting notes, I did keep a list of all that I tried, and some general observations were made.
Last month I took the ferry from Victoria to Vancouver to spend a weekend with some family and friends. On Friday night I dined at the Flying Beaver in Richmond with my grandmother, and on Saturday I romped about the lower mainland with my great uncle. We had lunch at the Vancouver Lawn Tennis Club, perused his amazing jazz record collection, watched horse racing with a friend of his near the border at the Derby Bar (where I consumed three Budweiser’s- an appropriate atmosphere), and finished off the day with a mucho grande Italian feast at Nick’s Spaghetti House on Commercial. I was rather full. Then on Sunday afternoon, after some record shopping, I prepared to meet up with some friends for a few drinks.
Date a boy who drinks. Date a boy who spends his money on fine alcohol instead of cars, who decorates his house with empty bottles instead of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit posters. Date a boy who has a list of beers he has tried, and a list of beers he aspires to try.
Find a boy who drinks. Not one who drinks ten Budweiser every Friday night, but one who tries a new beer every time he visits the craft beer section of the specialty liquor store. He’s the one who spends half an hour browsing in the liquor store, only to buy one beer. You see that weird guy asking for his whisky neat, and then having to explain to the sports bar waitress what that means? He’s the one you want. He can’t resist analysing the nose of the cheap whisky he just ordered.