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Discussion in 'Beer Talk' started by azorie, Sep 2, 2018.
When you hit 69 1/2, you will know.
I was 70 many years ago and I can't remember what I drank. But as my birthday fell on the day of a CAMRA Branch Meeting it was an expensive time
I tend to drink the same beers as ever, in fact I can still buy the same ones that I drank in my teens though now brewed by local "craft" breweries. Shipstone's and Home Ales.
Lets see how you feel when you are 69!
Wow, never realized how old some of the members are here on BA. You hide your age well when posting!
Sooo, @azorie what'd ya drink for your 70th? I didn't realize until halfway through that this thread was a year old.
Well, I'm 56. So who's the "Old fart"?
Well, I'll admit that 70 is in my rear view mirror but at this stage in life what's behind me doesn't count.
Careful what you wish for.
No "OK, Boomer" yet?
Hell, at 59 I hope (key word) to be living well past 70. But hey, I'm an optimist.
OP seems like he made good choices, no recommends for him. Funny to notice I already posted in this thread a year before my heart trouble
Hope to be around in a couple years for my turn at the big seven oh, which ain't all that certain, likely will be drinking carrot and pomegranate smoothies. But if Doc would let me have one bottle, what I would love to be drinking is a properly aged bottle of M, or Isabel Proximus, either would be just fine.
I've already picked out my "death bed" beer:
Hang in there bro. Obviously, you're not gone yet.
Did you request favorite spices? :-D
Frankincense and myrrh?
I see your whole lot of fitness goings on.
I don't even want to think about it!
What was the question?
Well me too. I lie to my doc, and I don’t think one beer every now and then will have you holding orchids face up. I don’t think it’s that black and white. My opinion, it cannot be that fragile. Apologies if I’m wrong but I hope I’m not.
The question was where ? - I think ?
Not that far away, in fairness, I am guessing variety will remain a thing, but I will always fall back on Rolling Rock and, dammit, really good beers. Saying that, good enough for my Grandfather, good enough for me (with a wedge of lime, of course).