A fine beer may be judged with only one sip, but it's better to be thoroughly sure

My allegiance to beer is complete, I was myself not conscious of this till the last weekend. The whole of Friday, Saturday and Sunday were invested to the service of the drink which is a bliss to so many. I have come so far as to believe that fermentation might have been even a greater discovery than fire. Here goes the chronicle :

For Germans football and beer are conjoined, its impossible to imagine a football match without beer mugs to give it company, so when the FIFA world cup time table came up,  with it also emanated the arrangements for viewing the match on a big screen with big beer mugs. All the quotas were checked and rechecked and finally 900 litres of beer was secured to be imported from Germany... I know its..... WOW !!!

But as always there was a Caveat...as I am a widely acknowledged proverbial Pech Vogel, the import was hardly going to be a smooth affair. i completed the formalities of a duty free import and was fervently awaiting the cargo arrival notice. The ship was caught in the "Doldrums" i should have apprehended that (with the kind of jeopardizes and contingencies I am accustomed to, this should not have ideally come as a surprise). So the task which normally takes four working days to complete was to be accomplished in 12 hours. It took every iota of patience at my disposal, and every good word in my limited vocabulary to get the barrels delivered at my door step ( Please read door step as Office), @ 12:30 in the night.
I am no alcohol drinker, and have never been inclined to try it either, but when the barrels were being transported to the storage, one of them developed a leak, and spill on my hands, as a reflex I wiped it off my shirt, and LO !!! I was actually stinking of beer, it took a lot of washing and cleaning to get the rid off the odor. Finally I retired home with the satisfaction of a job well done.

The next day I was ostensibly dozing off in my German class, the overcast sky was not helping the situation either, when I got an invitation to attend a party of a youth brigade, it was one of those situation where saying no is impolite, so I agreed, which further extended my stint with beer.

Sunday was the Day of the Germany Vs Australia match, for which I had undertaken so much of theatrics, I thought I very much deserved to be there, and spent the final evening of my weekend yet again surrounded by "beer mugs and Prosts and Saluds".

For a person who doesn't drink beer I apparently contribute a lot to the Beer Industry.......just to give you all an idea, have attached a pic with the barrels :)

For the love of beer I have attached a small proverb, its from Russia with love:

the Church is near,
but the road is icy,
The bar is far away,
but i will walk carefully.

Cheers !
Suyasha