Giddy, I headed straight for the freezer.  I had in my hand a new type of Oktoberfest Beer and I could not wait to give it a taste.  Popping the beer into the freezer at 5:30PM, I went about my night, with visions of delightful beer flavors dancing in my head.

Four hours later, shock and dismay entered my mind.  I had forgotten my much anticipated beer.  Hustling toward the freezer, I had a choice.  Either I could place the beer in the refrigerator to thaw and properly enjoy it tomorrow or I could take my chances.  I could throw caution to the wind and open that partially frozen Oktoberfest concoction.  I could embark on a beer adventure.  I chose to live life dangerously.  I popped the top.

What I saw next happened quickly, but also sort of slowly.  The beer slushy began spewing out of the can in slow motion.  I licked the frozen beer up like a thirsty pup.  A gross and pitifully stupid thirsty pup.  The only problem was that the beer slushy kept coming.  After a spell, I would have beer slushy brain freeze.  I had to do something quick.

Grabbing a pint glass (while still sucking up the frozen beverage that kept rising from the can), I poured what I could into the glass.  Then using the end of a wooden spoon, I got some more slushy and a bit of actual beer into the glass.  Smiling, I set the beer slush mess aside to melt.  In a bit, I would sort of be able to properly enjoy the Oktoberfest delight.

I had survived the beer slushy geyser.  I was a champion.  A champion who would have to wait just a bit longer to enjoy a beer like a normal man.  Hey, it’s a start.  A very cold and slushy start.