Guilty Pleasures
*Excuse the short post, but I've been cranking away on a bevy of longer ones, to begin next week, and feeling entitled.
With spring finally hitting like Manny in an option year, I've been thinking about guilty pleasures. Sure, I go in for comfort food, good wine, melancholy movies, the sort of sex during which I'm not required to do much — but when I force myself to pin down my ultimate guilty pleasure, I keep it simple.
It's this: drinking beer in the shower.
Might not sound like much, but boy, I tell you, after an exhausting hockey skate or a day of fixing up this old house — when I'm thirsty, weary, and aching — there is really just nothing I want to do more than to stand in a hot shower drinking a cold beer.
Call me what you will, but give it a shot and see if I'm wrong. I'm telling you, you get that old-school McDLT-like difference in temperature going with the internal and external refreshment, and it's really outstanding.
So, what's your ultimate guilty pleasure? Respond in comments, please.
