As you regulars know, I do loves me Guinness as does the Lady Emily, but in truth I am a full-time devotee of Gods' Own Brew. Occasionally, though, something a little different makes a nice change. The past week or so, I've mixed in a few of these, bought on a lark on the last trip to Costco. It's good, a little different from their regular ("God's Own") brew.
Tonight, it's a bit of a change of pace. Story below the fold:
The Sainted Bride is a member of two Bunko groups. Unlike Mr. Lileks, I have seen the Bunko (or Bunco, depending on exact geographic location) rituals, at least those the wimmenfolk deign to allow us mere mortals to see. One of these groups to which the SB is affixed allows their menfolk ("chauvinist pigs") to attend once per annum. At these annual rituals, the menfolk trade beers.
This particular group met last week, and I dutifully purchased a beer to trade. I chose one I hadn't seen before but which is put out by the same company that manufactures this potent potable. Some of my blog friends are acquainted with this particularly virulent brew.
The one I actually chose is this one. And by an odd set of circumstances (i.e., luck of the draw) that's the one I ended up with on that night. And tonight I opened it.
Do I face ruin? I don't know yet, haven't finished it yet. I'll let you know in the morning.
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Posted by Ken S at December 13, 2007 06:53 PM | TrackBack (0) |