Wednesday Night....

 

It's Wednesday.

It's beautiful out here.

How you doin'?

I've poured another pint, just one more to soothe the day, one more chance to let go of what was and embrace what may be. To say it's about the styles and flavour notes isn't wrong, but without that ABV, would we care so much about our beer...would we? 

I don't know, I've tried some solid non-alcoholic brews, but at the end of the day, at the very end of every work day to be sure, I would like a little oomph for my dollar. I know it's not kosher to talk about that two beer+ buzz, but beer is beer and that's what it does. I'm not talking about getting shitfaced...not that we all don't get a little deep into our cups from time to time,...let's not kid ourselves. But I know it's more performative here, to maybe paper over that part of beer drinkin', but hey, I'm not the Hobo King because I pretend we don't like how beer makes is feel. I'm not advocating for getting sloshed all the time, but we like the buzz, don't we?

I think about this sometimes, let's be honest, I'm not the only one who likes a couple, three beers every night....but I'm the only one who'll own it...or not, maybe I'm just a drunk who should put his phone down and get on with livin'...be nice to each other and be kind to yourself, life isn't much more than doing the best we can with what we got.

Funny enough, I've poured another beer writing this because I wanted one and at the end of the day, that doesn't hurt anyone and I enjoy it, so why the fuck not, eh?

Polk

That Friday Night PBR Rant

 

Well now... wouldn't be a proper garage beer drinking good-bye without a little PBR...

Judging folks for what beer they drink isn't just boring, it's fuckin' sad.

Drink what ya want

Drink what you're able

If you're drinkin' with Polk

You'll be under the table.

I remember the early days of my evangelical craft beer conversion.

I remember railing against the macro and big beer.

Then I looked around and saw folks drinking what made em happy and figured let people enjoy the things they do, no harm to anyone, and to be honest, the craft beer snob thing is a fucking sad trope left to those with nothing else but hashtags and ambitions that will never be realised.

Support local, but let people enjoy themselves in the way that makes em happy.

Be better, be cool and know the righteous battles to fight have nothing to do with who owns what.

You wanna know why I don't collab with anyone or hustle to appear on podcasts or have merch? I'm a drunk with too many words in his head and I no longer give a fuck about what people think...it's pretty freeing, fat guy, hobo King, sober adjacent and finally happy.

Also....why would anyone ask?

 I'm a fuckin' mess on my best day...I'm good, I know what I am...

Polk

P.S. 

Also, if you've stick around this long...Polk fuckin loves ya and would be happy to have a pint with ya one day. Be kind to all you meet, we don't know the battles, often silent, they face.

P.P.S.

Giv'r.

The car in the garage...

 

How do you quantify a decade of hangin' out in a garage, using this car as a beer table, rings left in humour and love, arguments and make-ups, hockey pools, poker and much more. Kat's getting a new ride tomorrow and this Mazda 3 has been a faithful companion to the Polk family in more ways than just reliable transportation. It sits in the garage opposite the back door and its trunk has been the site of many an outdoor/indoor drinking session. It has left more than a fair share of drink rings on her, but I'll be damned if those memories aren't some of the finest I have. A lot of drunk conversations where we solved the world's problems, just to forget them when we woke up a little groggy the next morning. Friends and family who are no longer with us have rested a drink here, their memory is a blessing. Friends lost who meant so much and friends found who mean the same. It's been a helluva ride either way and it shall not be repeated.a classic for a classic as Muskoka Brewery Mad Tom joins us for the final night here in the garage. Big west coast citrus and pine, always welcome, always on point. Goodbye to this chapter of our journey, what a thing this was, I know I am failing to communicate this spot properly, but believe me when I say some of the best things and memories of my life happened with a beer being picked up from the back of this car. The picture can't do justice to the night, but we out here and we know...

Happy trails...

Cheers! 4.4/5