When I was at a concert in the park, there was a group of middle aged folks just in front of us, and one of them had a good buzz on.  I liked him immediately.  He had a Cubs visor on his head of thinning hair, and he had white sun spots on his tanned, leathery face.  As he sipped a cold Goose Island Summer Ale on a hot Chicago night, he said the following:

"This cold beer tastes great, don't it?  Especially when you're an alcoholic."