Dear Beer,

Our relationship is complicated.

I have loved you for a long time (see above). The sound you make when your can opens elicits a Pavlovian response, knowing that your bubbly, bright, hoppy essence is soon to create joy in my mouth.

Sometimes I dream about you in yoga.

When it's hot out, I want you the most.

I think I loved you a little too hard in college. The same could be said for grad school.  It wasn't until I graduated and finally started growing up that I took a moment to ask myself what you really mean to me. I've seen you seduce members of my family. I've heard even worse stories about what you did to my grandpas. Sometimes I wonder why I even love you at all.

But then I remember.

You taste so good. You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You've also made me do some pretty stupid shit.

Once (or twice) a year I need to give you up for a while. This will be my sixth (or so) cleanse doing so. I've learned that I'm never my best when I'm too close to you... but without you, life can be pretty boring. Like I said, it's complicated.

See you in three weeks honey,

jojo