Lord, Beer Me Strength

I think the general concensus of the day at my office is that it sucked. Today is one of those days where I would love to go get a beer, sit outside with a good friend, and talk about how much I miss the drama that has been in my life for the past month or so even though I'll tell people I'm glad it's over.

There's just one problem.

I don't like beer. I've never acquired a taste for it. I was discussing this with Lucy after an impromptu dinner at this great little place in my neighborhood called Mudtown (please go check it out, it's amazing. It's in Cahaba Heights.), and while she ordered a bud light with her burger, I was forced to choose something a little less conventional for such a meal. A margarita. Don't get me wrong-I do love a marg on a hot summer evening (or a chilly fall, or a cold winter, or whenever really) but I sat there feeling just wrong about it.

Lucy's best advice for me was that I needed to "start with something like a corona-and work your way down." I've had a corona or two before, but the bitter taste of beer always left me wondering why. I'm soon entering my 25th year, and as a southern woman with a booming social life more than ever, I feel it's time for me to embrace what I should have learned to love in college, and start drinking beer. I need advice on how to become a "beer drinker" and what are the differences? Naive, I know, but I feel like it's a crucial step in welcoming my impending (gulp) mid-twenties.

Any help would be appreciated. Now I'm going to clean up my office and kiss this forsaken work day goodbye.