The whole period between his death and his cremation was just a nightmare of paperwork, grief, arguments, worry about funeral costs and everything else.
My missus made me take a few days off immediately after and I just walked to my local pub and sat in the beer garden with a pint on, watching the day go by and reflecting on my dad.
Man, that first sip must’ve tasted like pure horsepower. Mine was after assembling IKEA furniture for 3 hours straight—felt like I rebuilt a whole car, but all I got was a wobbly shelf and an existential crisis.
My wife had dragged me shopping around Tenerife for five hours in 30deg heat. No we won’t get the bus, let’s walk, it’s a lovely day.
I was sweating my absolute tits off. I was parched. We went to the Siam mall eventually after exhausting everywhere else she wanted to go and we sat at a cafe. It was cool in the shade and I was so thirsty a little bottle of coke just wasn’t going to do it.
I looked over at another customer. He had a bottle of beer and a frozen glass.
Good fucking god that was the best beer I’ve ever had in my entire life. It was so bitingly cold and fresh and crisp.
I got to go home for day from war.
My brother got to do the same.
We met near his house swapped equipment (I had some spares he needed and vise versa) and went for a beer.
I remember how both of us were in the mindset of “it might be the last time we see each other”.
I made me and my friends a really good hamburger. It was during a camping trip and we had been eating oatmeal and ramen for the past several days. My friend gave me a beer for how good it was.
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Shower beer after being outside in the El Paso desert for a month straight
Mine was after finishing a 12 week fight camp and winning the fight. I never fought again after that 😂
The day after my dad’s funeral.
The whole period between his death and his cremation was just a nightmare of paperwork, grief, arguments, worry about funeral costs and everything else.
My missus made me take a few days off immediately after and I just walked to my local pub and sat in the beer garden with a pint on, watching the day go by and reflecting on my dad.
Man, that first sip must’ve tasted like pure horsepower. Mine was after assembling IKEA furniture for 3 hours straight—felt like I rebuilt a whole car, but all I got was a wobbly shelf and an existential crisis.
My wife had dragged me shopping around Tenerife for five hours in 30deg heat. No we won’t get the bus, let’s walk, it’s a lovely day.
I was sweating my absolute tits off. I was parched. We went to the Siam mall eventually after exhausting everywhere else she wanted to go and we sat at a cafe. It was cool in the shade and I was so thirsty a little bottle of coke just wasn’t going to do it.
I looked over at another customer. He had a bottle of beer and a frozen glass.
Good fucking god that was the best beer I’ve ever had in my entire life. It was so bitingly cold and fresh and crisp.
As a hockey player, post-game victory beers in the parking lot with the boys really hits the spot like none other
I got to go home for day from war.
My brother got to do the same.
We met near his house swapped equipment (I had some spares he needed and vise versa) and went for a beer.
I remember how both of us were in the mindset of “it might be the last time we see each other”.
I made me and my friends a really good hamburger. It was during a camping trip and we had been eating oatmeal and ramen for the past several days. My friend gave me a beer for how good it was.
Finished a catering event for 600 people largely by myself
Demolished a 5′ chimney, rebuilt it and cleaned up in 7 hours, no laborer