If good things come in pairs, then this refrigerator is operating in a state of grace. Two cases of beer, an assortment of fine lagers, ales, stouts and porters from Sam Adams and New Belgium, are flanked by two slabs of meaty pork ribs. They await the arrival of two college buddies, Bradie and Siege, who will pull in late tomorrow for two nights of debauchery unrestrained.
The three of us drank and ate and occasionally studied our way through three months abroad in Austria. Our diets consisted largely of beer and ribs. I do not believe I am going out on the proverbial limb when I say: these beers and ribs will not survive the weekend.
Should I live to tell the tale, you, gentle McBoners, shall hear it first.