Living the High Life

Ever since this Great Recession hit, I've been enjoying the Miller High Life. I like the taste, I like the bottle, and I like the fact that I can pick up a twelver for under 10 bucks. Ahh, yes. In the last several months, I have had these amazing memories thanks in part to this fantastic beer:

- Spending a day at Janiak's, watching soccer and playing drinking games. The beer of the day was actually Miller High Life Light (the blue label), and around mid-afternoon, the bad news came - we were down to our last beer. All drunk, the crowd let out a collective grumble and wondering how exactly we were to fetch more delicious beer.

AT THAT MOMENT, our buddy Mark pointed near the door. "Wait! What's that?" Our heads turn to discover a forgotten 12-pack of the High Life! We all cheered and celebrated, certain defeat turning into incredible victory! A beer commercial come to life, indeed.

- For the now infamous July 3rd BBQ, we ordered a keg of High Life, and consumed it all. Many games of beer pong and flip cup were made possible to the magic liquid that poured forth from that shiny metal shell. I'll never forget that day mainly because I DID forget it - I blacked out around four in the afternoon and apparently participated in numerous adventures. Stumbling to Subway, throwing up on my car, throwing a salad at the house, all gentlemanly behavior made possible in part to the High Life.

- My friend Pat Wengler came over on a Saturday afternoon and we had ourselves a Pam Grier marathon, sponsored by thirty-six bottles of Miller High Life. With every boob shot, every pimp-tastic outfit (King Geooooorge!) and every jive-ass honkey getting the business end of Pam Grier, High Life was there to enhance the already awesome experience.

- Coming home from a long (and now boring) day at work, kicking back, and cracking open one or two Champagne of Beers. Makes everything seem just a little bit better.

So that's my love letter to the High Life. In this economy, its good to know that the common man can grab a decent beer at a decent price. It's my own personal bailout.