Throwback: Now that I can’t go to the gym, I’ve been setting up a mini-gym out back. Last week I bought a six pack of Heineken to drink one a night as I exercise. When I get to the bottom of the Heineken, exercise is over. It’s a carrot to keep me exercising.
It’s also a throwback – when we were young and broke our one splurge was a six back of Heineken a week. Didn’t cost a whole lot, but it made us feel like we were worth something. The brain is a mysterious thing.
Yesterday I went to the fridge to get my Heineken for the night – there should have been 2 left. But there were none. ?
My wife, who drinks wine exclusively now, drank them. I guess she was feeling nostalgic also.
