OBVIOUSLY I DON'T GET OUT ENOUGH

I had a very strange experience on Saturday night. Derek and Amanda were round for dinner and Thomas had cooked a lovely three course meal. As usual I was being a more or less teetotal bore - sticking to my half glass of wine and fruit juice. Derek had brought beer. I didn't bother with this because I have never liked beer - after all it's a bitter nasty drink, or is it? Derek let me taste this weird beer he'd bought - cherry beer to be exact - and it was lovely, Thomas then proceeded to take both peach and cassis beer out of his cupboard - both equally lovely - not only did I not mind these drinks but I actually liked them! I would go as far as to order them in a pub - wow - at the ripe old age of 39, I finally discover I like beer after all. How sad am I?