His drink on a warm spring evening

I guess I’m one of THOSE girls. The frou-frou-drink type. Beer, as good as it smells, has always made me twist my lips in distaste whenever I drink it. And I tried plenty of times to embrace it as a college student. I would nurse a bottle for an hour, ’til it got warm and even more distasteful. So, rather than waste it, I learned to order wine or a margarita. Both yummy. Both pleasant. Both much more my style.

Still, it sure does look mighty pretty with a frothy top and poured so nicely into a souvenir Red Lion glass, doesn’t it?