In Kemah, Texas there is a bar named Landry's. Landry's serves ice cold beer, colder than your last girlfriend's heart, and provides seats on a windy weekend right down at the narrows. Now, when the wind is blowing, you may go sit at these tables and watch the weekend warrior sailors try to sail through this narrow cut, and scream at the power boaters how they have right of way and the power boat must give way. Nevermind that the wind is straight down the cut, and no one stands a ice cubes chance in hell of actually sailing without going sideways, it's their right to look the fool.
I've consumed many beers in this fashion. I think we're kindred spirits.