There are currently 27 beers in our garage fridge, also known as our beer fridge—a tradition started by our home’s previous owners, who left behind their ancient, rusting appliance. This may not sound like something to boast about, but I consider it progress.

You see, for about as long as we’ve lived in our house, the thing has been stuffed with beers, and although we call it a beer fridge, we’d like to put other stuff in there. In fact, it’s a little weird to own and operate a fridge full of nothing but beer—especially because neither my husband nor I even like beer all that much. It’s almost crazy.

We just can’t get rid of it.

My husband and I have thrown lots of parties. Christmas, New Year’s, birthdays, graduations, Memorial Day, Labor Day—you name it, we’ve done it. Sometimes it’s because we want to; other times it’s because we have a pool, and when you have a pool, you don’t really have a choice. The friends are coming over, and whatever the occasion, they’re bringing beer.

Have you ever given serious thought as to how to unload a bunch of beer? What do you do, leave it outside your house? Dump it on the side of the road? Put it up for grabs on Nextdoor? Throw it away? Nothing feels right.

The last time we had everyone over was Memorial Day, and ahead of that, we decided to take action, kindly requesting that no one bring beer. Did people still bring beer? They totally did. But some did not, and the result is that our stocks have been reduced. It’s nice!

It’s also a little … bittersweet. That Coors Light? From Rudy, who considers it the only “real beer,” makes great fajitas, and always beats me at cards. That Hefeweizen? From Lauren, who loves the Rolling Stones, adores Cheetos, and has serious skills when it comes to jumping onto inflatable turtles. That Dos Equis? From Dat, who will say absolutely anything, the more inappropriate the better, confidently rocks women’s sunglasses, and wants someone, anyone, to turn off the Stones and put on Depeche Mode. Our beer collection is a reminder of why we throw parties in the first place: good times and good friends.

Will we ever get the number down to zero? Maybe, but—I hope—not for long.

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