Beer kills me.
As much as I like the foamy beverage, it doesn't seem to reciprocate much at all. Normally, this isn't a problem, but on weekends like this it can be an issue.
You see, I was just in Vic at the Sam Roberts Band concert, and since I'm hanging with the Sidekick (official Beer Snob) there's a lot of the brewskie flowing.
I lost count of the types and amounts of beer that was consumed. (Really, it was all the Sidekick's fault.)
Add coffee, Gin, Denny's, pancakes, and driving to all of that and it means my guts are churning up a storm. I'm sure the wife and kids are really going to appreciate the odor I'm bringing home.
Yet another great thing they don't tell you about middle age.
Maybe I'll be nice and strap a charcoal filter to my ass and save everyone some discomfort.
Or maybe not - I'm kind of an ass that way.