Birth of Beer or Baby

Beer...or Baby?

This is a choice I have been keenly aware of for quite some time, however the concept of Beer or Baby? didn't occur to me until just a few months ago. It was on an ordinary weekend adventure that the inspiration first hit, and an idea was born.

One sunny afternoon I am walking on the Venice boardwalk with a group of friends. On this lovely stroll I happen to be sipping on a refreshing brewskie safely tucked away in the crevices of my prized fuzzy bear hat. Some might call them hand pockets, claws, or hand warmers but I prefer to call them "beer holders." As we move along, I am enjoying the beautiful sights, taking in the sunshine, and pondering the glorious freedom of this simple pleasure, while continuing to enjoy my frosty brew.

At some point on this adventure we decide to head towards a bar to further quench our thirst for beer and fun. As we continue down the boardwalk to our intended destination, I am bombarded by an influx of women pushing strollers. At this moment I feel particularly debaucherous, paying extra attention to my beer to ensure it's well concealed. For a brief second I even feel a bit juvenile. Here I am: a 28 year old woman wearing a fuzzy bear hat, drinking in public beside a sea of families, without a care in the world (except for about how to effectively finish my beer sans legal intervention). But this sentiment quickly passes as I realize how immensely lucky I am to have this freedom...this choice!! A wave of joy washes over me as I affirm my choice of...BEER.

Would you rather carry a beer or a baby down the boardwalk?
The choice is yours...

And that's the story of how BEER or BABY was born.