A sixer of Pabst.
In related news, I just got my first theatre rejection in the past four years. I was too old for one role (it was supposed to be a 15-year-old) and too young for the rest (all women in their 30s or older). This is seriously the one time I've seen a show where there's no place for actresses in their early twenties.
So, I'm going to drink this Pabst to actually celebrate that I'm not a mess when I don't get cast, and that my ego remains unscathed. I'm so much less scared about moving to a big city now. And hipster beer will rock so hard and be so damn refreshing.