Beer imitating life
Texas is a sumbitch to drive. If the heat don't get you in the summer, the ragweed'll eat your ass in the wintertime. This week triple digits is just a down payment on the sort of August hot that's sapping your pores. Those aren't tears of pain, pilgrim, them's just your eyeballs sweating.
No stunner that when I rolled into Austin last night for dinner with a couple of ex-pat Arkansans I ordered a beer. Picked it off a menu, sight unseen. I knew only its place of origin (Austin) and its name: Freestyle Wheat Beer.
The bottle arrived, and I felt I'd entered the Twilight Zone. At top left is the brew's logo, depicting a dark-haired dude in red trunks launching himself into a swimming hole while a couple of sunbathing beauties watch from afar.
Coincidentally I'd spent the afternoon trying to snap the perfect self-photo of a dark-haired dude in swimtrunks launching himself into a concrete pond. No diving board, no sunbathing dames and no scraggly hair ... but otherwise, well, you be the judge. I'm not living a beer commercial, exactly, but a beer label? Just maybe.
Greetings from Texas: Aug. 5, 2010
Comments
Where the ladies at, man?
You could at the least have gotten some hottie cardboard cut-outs.
Rockstar! I want to drink some of that summer time cool beer. Sweltering hot, for sure, but now a a/c bus to dc! Safe travels Sam! Miss ya.