Now, you could institute a "no beers left behind" policy, but then you might miss out on that rare occasion when someone leaves you something delicious (nevergonnahappen).
You could also just throw the beer away. But that seems so wasteful in these clichéd hard economic times.
There have been two Budweisers sitting in the back of our refrigerator that I wouldn't drink in a million years even if I was dying of thirst and there was no other choices but die a slow agonizing death by drymouth -- except I did drink one last night.
Here's what I did to enjoy this rotten swill:
- One frosty Swensons pint glass
- Half or more of the macro brew
- Half of less of lemonade
Voila! Summer Shandy. Now I only have one Budweiser left. The Enthusiast likes to add a lemon-lime soda pop (7-Up or Sprite) and ice. But she's Greek.
How do you deal with the bad leftovers?
Wherein we take comfort in our bad run, for it foretells the good runs to come. Unless we're talking about bowels again.
Jamoosh approves of my hopeless run this week: "Just getting the less than stellar runs out of the way -- fabulous strategy!"
Answer: My high school art teacher always said we have 500 bad drawings in us and we have to get them out. I believe the same is true for running.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Find a patio to enjoy the waning days of summer this weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers.