The never ending beer

Several years ago, a friend and I moved into an apartment together. I had just started teaching and had found myself with more money that I had ever had in my life.[1] We also found ourselves with a nearly empty refrigerator. With the exception of some bottles of ketchup and mustard and other assorted condiments, we had a large cavern that needed to be filled. But, with what?

Stupid question.

I filled it with beer. I went out and bought several cases of assorted beer and filled that fridge with well over 100 cans of beer. I don't remember exactly how much the fridge held, but I do know when I was done, the ketchup and mustard didn't fit (priorities). The following picture is NOT my fridge, but it gives you the idea. Mine was fuller.

I did this before my roommate came home from work. The look on his face when he opened the refrigerator was priceless. I'm sure there was a tear or two.

We proceeded to drink the beer (it took a lot less time than we thought). As the stockpile got smaller, we decided that as long as we lived together, we would have beer in our fridge at ALL times. Therefore, we designated one beer to be THE beer in the fridge, in the event that all of the other beer had been consumed. We lived together for about 2 years until I got married and kicked him out. That one beer stayed in the back of the fridge the whole time. We decided not to drink it. After he moved out, I took custodial rights of the beer and kept it in my refrigerator for the next several years.

Finally, my wife and I were about to move again and I decided it was time for the beer to be put out of its misery. I got together with my old roommate and we shared one can of 10-year old Bud Light.

It was terrible.


[1] That's really not saying much. Even with my first 5-figure salary, things like student loans and car payments turned it into something much less. But, that's life.