I’ve always, always, always preferred liquor to beer. I’m not sure why, but I think it may have had to do with the freshman ritual of hopping from frat house to frat house, waiting in line for Keystone Light poured from a clumsily-operated keg. I really couldn’t stomach the stuff, much less the smell involved in the whole process. To this day, ingesting two beers makes me feel like I’ve got a Diet Coke and Mentos kind of thing going on in my stomach.
So I became a liquor guy. And over time, I became a guy-who-thinks-he’s-too-good-to-just-bring-a-six-pack-of-beer-to-a-party. I HAAAAAAAATE that guy.