Dancing with the Universe

I can't tolerate more than tiny amounts of alcohol. That's always been the case; my first introduction to booze was a few ounces of hard cider, which just about put me on the floor. As a result, I've never really known what I was missing. I drink non-alc bubbly on holidays with my teetotaler mom, and as I like sweet wines, Fre is just my speed. When I took a class on the types and making of wines, I did wish I could actually appreciate the finer qualities of the varietals, and perhaps someday I'll see how many sips I can handle and whether they even taste good. But on the whole, I've just skipped the whole thing.

Recently, however, I decided to try beer. ( Rambling on my travels with John Barleycorn, on the wagon )