Beer Drinking Vindication

About four weeks ago, I went out to Kelly's Bar & Lounge with Kevin and Lucinda. Nothing remarkable happened. I had two micros, we had a good time, I drove back home. When I got home, I stopped in at Dave Brown's since he had just moved into my building. I drank a PBR while there and then walked upstairs and went to bed.

Then I woke up 20 minutes later.

And, oh boy, was I sick. Just made it in time to the puke hole in the bathroom. I hadn't done THIS in a while.

How could this happen? Had I become this much of a beer wuss in my old age? I couldn't handle three beers over a couple hours? The next day, still feeling pretty rotten, I began thinking there might have been something wrong with the beer. Or in the alternative, that it might have been my fault, but only because the two micros from Kelly's were fairly strong and just should not have been mixed with Pabst. But there was also that embarrassing shadow of a doubt in the back of my mind... maybe I just couldn't hold my liquor.

But then last night, I learned I wasn't the only one that barfed after drinking a seemingly safe quantity of beer from Kelly's that night a month ago. Lucinda -- who also had only two or three beers -- projectile vomited while on the way home. And she actually contacted the health department about the tainted beer. So my problem wasn't with keeping down a few beers. The problem was that I couldn't handle the added bacteria!

Mmmmmmmmmm.... special bacteria brew