{"id":125,"date":"2007-02-08T02:24:00","date_gmt":"2007-02-08T02:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.2beerguys.com\/wordpress\/?p=125"},"modified":"2008-03-15T17:59:16","modified_gmt":"2008-03-15T22:59:16","slug":"so-what-was-your-first-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/2007\/02\/08\/so-what-was-your-first-time\/","title":{"rendered":"so what was your first time?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">i&#8217;ve<\/span> been thinking about relationships lately. no no, not that type of relationship silly. <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">i&#8217;ve<\/span> been thinking <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">abotu<\/span> our relationships with beer. it seems like we all have a common thread of going through the initial phase of college drinking (i.e. cheap, readily available and what everyone around you seems to approve of) {<span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">hmm<\/span>, that sounds more like the other kind of relationships, huh}, then sometime after college as we get jobs and have more disposable income we dump that cheap beer and start a beautiful long-term relationship with quality beer. beer that loves you back. beer that doesn&#8217;t leave you empty and hollow. with a little thought i was able to pinpoint the very beginning of my new relationship with beer. here&#8217;s my story, what was yours?<\/p>\n<p>it was about 2 years after college. i was living at home for the summer and getting set to go off to graduate school (to be a guidance counselor, no less. lasted one semester&#8230;) and had plenty of time to hang out with my old high school buddies. one evening while enjoying a local pub&#8217;s 10 cent wing night, a friend of mine cajoled me into trying a sip of his <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">guinness<\/span>, which i had always scorned as being nasty (hey i was young and dumb, forgive me). surprisingly, i kind of enjoyed the taste, it was not as bitter and nasty as the dark appearance had led me to believe. i was intrigued&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>about a week later my friend <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">tim<\/span> and i met up with a couple of girls at a bar in <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">kingston<\/span>, <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">ny<\/span>. tonight, i was fated to score. little did i know, it would be with beer, not the girl \ud83d\ude09 for some reason, i felt like trying something new (it must have been what <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">guinness<\/span> had awakened in me). i saw the bartender pour a pint of <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">pete&#8217;s<\/span> wicked ale. <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">i&#8217;d<\/span> never seen <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">pete&#8217;s<\/span> before, but it looked great. dark, with a nice head, but not as thick as <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">guinness<\/span>. something in me decided this was a beer that i had to try. this was a beer that a guy who scored with chicks drank. so i ordered a <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">pete&#8217;s<\/span> wicked, put the creamy head to my lips and took a tentative sip. my god, i thought. what have i done? <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">i&#8217;ve<\/span> been depriving myself for years!!! you mean beer can taste like, well, it can have a taste? i thought of all those buds and <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">coors<\/span> lights i had downed over the last few years. i wanted to cry. luckily, i was comforted by the knowledge that i had found a new love. good beer. i finished my pint and ordered another. and another. they were each better than the first. the girls ended up going off somewhere else, but it didn&#8217;t matter, because i already had a new passion in my life. sure, i still drank my share of cheap domestics over the next few years, it was cheap and i was poor, but i started trying more and more different kinds of beer and <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">i&#8217;ll<\/span> always have a soft spot for <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">guinness<\/span> and <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">pete&#8217;s<\/span> wicked ale for starting me down the path to beer nirvana. cheers!<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\">andy<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i&#8217;ve been thinking about relationships lately. no no, not that type of relationship silly. i&#8217;ve been thinking abotu our relationships with beer. it seems like we all have a common thread of going through the initial phase of college drinking (i.e. cheap, readily available and what everyone around you seems to approve of) {hmm, that [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[8,88],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/125"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=125"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/125\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=125"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=125"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/2beerguys.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=125"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}