Thursday, December 31, 2009
Beer: Bad Penny Brown Ale
Date: December 30th, 2009
Place: Applebees, Durham, NC
This blog couldn't finish. Not without Todd.
His swine flu subsided ha! and he made the drive down and in the last forty-five minutes of our Christmas vacation Todd saved it. Me. The blog. The year. This whole damn project.
I met Todd several years back in church. He was sitting by himself. I was sitting by myself. It sounds like, the way I'm writing this, as if we were about to date. But no. He was alone because his fiance was up in Michigan getting ready to be wed. And Todd was on his way up a couple of weeks later.
He was wearing some shoes I also owned. So I thought he seemed like he could be an okay guy.
I invited Todd out for a beer. Which I probably do too often. Asking guys out for beer.
Nine times out of ten, the beers I've had with complete strangers have leveled the field and opened up the conversation have led to something bigger. Beer does that. Vikings knew it. Drunks know it. I do.
From that beer came several more. Over the next year that I was still in Durham, we spent a lot of time with Todd and his wife, Rebecca. Each time there were beers. Every time there were.
Not too many. Not too few.
We went camping once and I think there were just Margaritas. There should have been ale.
I miss Todd. His wife. The times they and Marianna and I spent together.
But those days are over. Like this year. This project.
I can look back and see the good times. I will forget the bad. Time does that. Selective blogging does that. Remembers the good. Blocks out the bad.
There wasn't much of anything to block out with Todd. He's a great guy. Now he's a dad. Loves it. He wouldn't go back and trade this new life, this new responsibility and parenting, for those olden days, where we'd grab some nachos and beers and kill hours. And I don't blame him.
Anyone who would trade life and all it means for a pint of beer is an idiot.