The Alco-Log
Friday, March 6th, 2009My colleague, A, ever the curious economist that she is, struck upon an idea for which to perform an experiment in household economics. No, I don’t mean instructing teenagers how to clean a kitchen or bake a cake, but economics in the form of what goes into my liver.
Thus was born the Alco-Log. At first, I thought this a cruel way to point out I have a problem, which I don’t. I’m a drunk, not an alcoholic. Alcoholics go to meetings.
At first, this Alco-Log was to be a simple inventory of my liver abuse, but this is much too simple, A thought. This has been upgraded to listing the source of the ale of which I consume, its price, and date of which I consume said tasty brews. In addition, my dad has been recruited as well to suffer with me. But, suffer is such a strong word. My interest has been piqued by my colleague’s excitment over this experiment. A delicious, hoppy, full-bodied, and creamy-headed experiment.
-S