Granted, a good beer is always a welcome treat. But every now and then a beer is exceptionally enjoyable and refreshing. Such was the case this past Sunday evening. We had finally finished our two day training class. After cleaning up we went out for a relaxing dinner, and then even treated ourselves to milkshakes at Moo Thru.
But I was in the mood to relax with a good beer. So on the way back to the hotel we stopped at a grocery store to pick up some late night refreshment. The selection in the store, as expected, was unexceptional, but I did pick up a six pack of Sierra Nevada Torpedo.
Arriving back at the hotel, I realized that the room did not have any glassware, just some flimsy plastic cups. Not even a tiny glass. No matter, even the hotel cup is better than drinking from the bottle and missing half the flavor.
I poured myself a "glass" and settled into the big chair and propped up my feet. My travel companions had already called it a night. I surveyed my gear and dirty clothes lying about the room, and reflected on the events of the weekend. However, it didn't take long before I found myself nodding off.
Despite the less than glamorous setting, and the short time before sleep took over, that was one seriously satisfying cup of beer. As the wording on the cup reminded me, this was a fitting reward after a weekend of hard work.