Corona has always been my go-to comfort drink. Probably because it goes down like liquid tortillas.

I still remember being slowly introduced to the exciting world of beer by D. We split a six pack of New Belgium Fat Tire in a hotel room in Addison the summer after my freshman year. One of those sticky for no good reason memories. It all started when we were walking through Sams one afternoon and found a 24 pack of Coronas on sale for $22. I asked him to buy me them.

It seemed like they lasted forever. They disappeared one at a time. I shared them with Kristina. I drank at least 6 the night D and I broke up and threw up everywhere.

It comes up like liquid tortillas too.