Sierra Nevada

Here is the story of Paul, Sierra Nevada and me.

Back in September, Paul and I saw Wilco play at Millenium Park. At the start of the show, he offered to buy us two beers at the beer tent and I asked him to get me an Amstel Light. When he got back to the blanket we put both cups on a frisbee turned upside down. After a few drinks, I remember thinking my Amstel Light tasted really funny. And I didn't really like it but I thought it was so nice that Paul bought me a beer so I didn't want to complain. So I just kept drinking that nasty tasting Amstel Light.

It wasn't until later that Paul told me that I had picked up his Sierra Nevada and started drinking that. He knew I was drinking his beer but he thought that I obviously wanted it, otherwise I would start drinking my Amstel Light again, so Paul didn't say anything about the fact that I was drinking his beer.

Last night, Paul and I met up to go to his co-workers birthday party. We both hit a point where the faux-hawks and rock/country music became too much so we decided to head elsewhere. We ended up at The Hungry Brain on Belmont, where we ran into my co-worker Joe. So we were all sitting around, chatting, trying to help a girl stop hiccuping and I offered to buy a round of beers. Joe wanted a Bass. Paul wanted a Newcastle. I wanted an Amstel Light.

I turned to the bartender and suddenly the memory of the night at the Wilco show rushed into my mind and I, unintentionally, order a Sierra Nevada. I hand it to Paul without even realizing my mistake. He was a great sport about it and offered to drink the Sierra Nevada instead of having me buy him a New Castle.

I think from here on out, whenever I offer to buy Paul a beer I will ask him what he wants and then I will always buy him a Sierra Nevada.