It must have been a party
By all accounts, I should be very hung over right now. Some very good friends of mine have a summer party every year, and last night was it. I donated a quarter-keg of the very yummy wheat beer, and I was happily drinking that. To be honest, I was probably enjoying too much of it.
Then, later in the evening, a friend at the party introduced me to her brother, who was in town and visiting for the weekend. This brother is a homebrewer and she had to make sure he met "Mark Redbeard", as she calls me. And, like any other prideful homebrewer, the brother had a cooler of his beers close at hand. He shared some wonderful Imperial Stout (very rich and chewy and coffee-like), a great Barley Wine (sweet and smooth) and I think I even recall a nice crisp American Pale Ale.
Things got pretty hazy after that, though.
Eventually the Beloved Wife dragged me home, and I woke this morning mysteriously lacking the mother-of-all-hangovers that I richly deserve. I'm not complaining, mind you, but I have the feeling that I'm living on borrowed time now.
Still, that was good beer. Sometimes having a reputation for liking good beer has its benefits.
Then, later in the evening, a friend at the party introduced me to her brother, who was in town and visiting for the weekend. This brother is a homebrewer and she had to make sure he met "Mark Redbeard", as she calls me. And, like any other prideful homebrewer, the brother had a cooler of his beers close at hand. He shared some wonderful Imperial Stout (very rich and chewy and coffee-like), a great Barley Wine (sweet and smooth) and I think I even recall a nice crisp American Pale Ale.
Things got pretty hazy after that, though.
Eventually the Beloved Wife dragged me home, and I woke this morning mysteriously lacking the mother-of-all-hangovers that I richly deserve. I'm not complaining, mind you, but I have the feeling that I'm living on borrowed time now.
Still, that was good beer. Sometimes having a reputation for liking good beer has its benefits.