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When my friends and I were in college, the dorm and first apartment we lived in lent themselves perfectly for hosting pre-game ragers and parties. The buildings were in a good location central to bars and where our other friends lived, the layout for our living areas were spacious, and we had a sound system and light setup that rivaled any bar on campus. With all the stage lights, tower speakers, and stripper pole in the center of the room, our place looked like something out of a Mötley Crüe video.
Our one limitation in those years was fridge space. The dorm room came with a mini-fridge but you could barely fit a full 30-rack inside the thing. It helped a little bit that we were connected to the room next door by a shared bathroom and the two rooms were full of guys who were all friends with each other, but that still only gave us two cases of refrigerated beer. That might have been alright at the start of freshman year, but going forward, 60 beers wasn’t going to cut it for us. TFM.
When we lived in our first apartment, we had a refrigerator that was a little smaller than a normal kitchen fridge. Despite the stereotype that college guys keep nothing in their fridges, the three of us actually used it to store a decent amount of food. So when parties came around, we had to play Tetris with loading up the fridge and inevitably all the beer cans would get knocked over because drunk chicks aren’t exactly known for being adroit.
But before senior year started, we were blessed with a game changer. My roommate came into possession of a refurbished 30″ Starbucks refrigerator that was easy to move fit conveniently into any corner, nook, or cranny in our apartment. Only instead of stocking Mochaccinos, Frappuccinos, Crappoccinos, and whatever else they sell in that place, we finally had a place where we could store upwards of 150 cans of beer at any given moment without having to worry about space. The thing is a beer-hemoth.
Since then it has been my privilege, nay honor, to have a separate beer fridge in my living quarters. I’ve known people who’ve had second refrigerators in their garage or basement, but I never truly appreciated the utility of them until it was time for me to start storing beers of my own. It’s a comforting reliability knowing that you’ve always got a special stash waiting for you if you ever need a brewski. I mean, look at this beauty:
It’s a work of art. If Michelangelo spent his time creating worthwhile art instead of scribbling on ceilings and walls like a toddler, he’d arrange beer fridges like this. You’ve got your domestic cans ready on standby for general consumption in case a party suddenly breaks out. There’s a regional delicacy and other uncommon beers acquired from the exotic lands of northeast Ohio. There’s some special craft beers reserved for their purchasers. We even save a space in the bottom right hand corner for liquids that pass as a clean urine sample for the narcotically-inclined.
The top of our fridge functions as a nice little end table too. Granted, it’s an end table that eats up electricity and drives up the power bill, but then again I’ve never seen a shitty IKEA end table keep a six pack cold. You could also use the top as a liquor shelf too if you fancy yourself to be a connoisseur of sorts. We are most definitely not connoisseurs, so our liquor collection is a menagerie of half-empty vodka bottles that serve as monuments to past parties we’ve had.
Every home in the country should come with a separate fridge dedicated to the storage and refrigeration of beer. You shouldn’t be limiting yourself to only buying beer that will fit in your food fridge or having to keep it warm in a garage or pantry because you ran out of fridge space. That’s just not American. Get yourself a beer fridge, even if it’s only one of those mini ones, so you always have cold ones on tap to crack open with the boys..
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