I really should be finishing up this assignment for my State and Urban Policy course tonight but it sucks and the internet is way more interesting.

Whenever think back on a night of heavy drinking there's always that point where you remember things took a turn for the worse. It might have been that crazy shot someone bought for you or that last rum and coke, but for me the tipping point has never been beer. Beer and I have always had a decent relationship. I feel like our trips to the Saucer provided me with enough types to where I can say that I know beer well. My tastes haven't really changed that much. I've had Guinness on three separate occasions spanning the course of three years and it has tasted like beef jerky soaked in water every time. Boddington's has always been that really shitty beer Alex and I recommend to people that don't usually go the Saucer just to mess with them. But since moving to Chicago there has been a beer that went from really awful to alright. I can remember having my first PBR sophomore year of college in Danny's dorm room in Fusz. I thought that it tasted like a jar of pennies and never had any interest in tasting it again. I managed to avoid it up until these last few months and I have to say I'm impressed. It's nothing special by any means but in terms of an easy-to-drink-having-all-of-the-beers kind of choice it's pretty solid. Someone usually brings a case to Bad Movie Night and it's now the closer in my binge drinking evening lineup.

So here's to you, PBR. Though your brand is up for sale and the hipsters can't get enough of you, I just wanted to say that you're alright.