“We had two bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can”.
-Hunter S. Thompson (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas)
Tonight, a friend and I were having a text-message conversation about our respective beer collections. This led me to take the above picture of my refrigerator door. I count 14 bottles of beer, 3 bottles of hot sauce, some key lime juice, pineapple juice, soy milk, three bottles of low sodium vegetable juice, some margarine, and some cream cheese.
This, of course, isn’t the entire contents of the refrigerator, but it makes me ask the question. What conclusions would someone draw from just the above picture? Personally, it looks like what you’d find in a bar’s refrigerator.
It’s no secret that I love beer and hot sauce, but is that the entirety of who I am?
I was recently on a quest for Port Brewing’s Hop-15. I found three bottles yesterday and it’s the last of what is available for this year. I drank one yesterday and am saving the other two. Today, I was at Alesmith in search of their Yulesmith seasonal. I bought two. Four of the bottles, I’ve been aging for over two years and haven’t gotten around to drinking yet.
If someone didn’t know you, what conclusions could they draw based solely on the contents of your refrigerator?