The Corona Standard

(Okay, so I wrote this around the same time I wrote the cheeseburger post.)

Alright, so I'm sitting in class on the morning of Ash Wednesday last week and for the past couple of weeks I've been dreaming of carne asada burritos con melted cheese, juice drippin' cheeseburgers, perfectly marinated strips of tender tri-tip, and the list goes on. And all of a sudden, for some reason I start reminiscing about home, good ol' Poway, the good ol' boys, and the good ol' times, hanging out playin' cards, and chillin' on a cool summer afternoon as the sun's going down past the painted sky and the Palisade hill side (I know I'm getting graphically poetic, but bear with me) And as I'm chilling on this cool summer afternoon, I look down in my hand and see a frosty ice cold bottle of Corona. What can I say, I'm lost for words right now, but something about Corona. It's good, it's more than good, it's a great tasting beer,........ but I wouldn't say it's the best beer. I will say it is one of my favorites though. Corona is the beer I grew up on. For some odd reason I find it a part of my filipino-american culture. That's the beer I'd find my dad and all my uncles always drinking. Looking back to all my family outings, parties, birthdays, Christmas', Easters, 4th of July's, and ect. I can garuantee you, without a hardcore doubt, Coronas were posting in the cooler. I remember my cousin Jeff Jaro cracking me up when he was speaking the truth and made this comment - "There are two things for sure that filipino men LOVE,....Coronas and blondes" (I actually prefer brunettes, so I've been telling myself)
So anyways, as I'm dreaming about classic Coronas in class, and as my pen touches my paper, all of a sudden this poem hits me like a concrete frisbee to the dome, and to my surprise, this is what came out. (Now try to read this with a spirit of mercy and understanding towards my poor home sick situation.)

Corona

I dream of Corona,

Ice-cold and from bottle,

Blonde with a slice of lime on top,

Dashed with grains of salt around her lips.

Oh Sweet ice-cold Corona,

How my lips await you soothing touch.

Your taste brings me home,

To the summer Sundays,

Of Sunny San Diego.

Until then, My Sweet Corona.

(Now)

After writing this poem, every time we go out, or when we're hanging out on a free afternoon, Corona has been my standard choice of beer.