Wading in the strong current brings back a flood of memories. Each cast washes away another worry. The work week fades to gray. While your catch sizzles on the roaring fire, the warmth soothes your tired body. You reach into the cooler and grab the last beer, an icy cold Weekender. It's earthy yet tropical. Dank yet citrusy and fresh. You remember: It's only Friday. Tomorrow you'll need more Weekender.