Last night after seeing Avatar and having a two hour fight about the movie (I correctly identified the movie as awesome, she wrongly insisted that the lack of a coherent plot made it unbearable), we went on down to Bark, a fancy hot dog place in Park Slope. We got ourselves some veggie dogs and filled a growler of Bark Red Ale, a beer Six Point brews just for the restaurant (restaurant is a deceptively hard word to spell, by the by. I actually had to look it up!) Had two Red Ales out of the growler. Then we went back home where I had a Hell or High Watermellon. Liz and I went to the 21st Amendment Brewery in San Francisco on our honeymoon and loved the place. We have a sampling of the Watermellon beer there and loved it. It came with a giant slice of watermellon and everything. A whole can of it on its own though, as I see now, is not so good. It gets pretty syrupy after a couple of sips. So after that I had one of the Famosas, which was essentially a South American Coors light. But we have a lot of it now! Thanks sweetheart!* I then had the last bottle of Brooklyn American Ale. I don't know if that beer will come into my life again, but it was interesting while it was here. And by interesting, I mean it's definitely Brooklyn's worst beer and I'm a little insulted that they're peddling that on the Finns. Do you think my Nordic brethren would drink anything that didn't have the intensity of flaming goats blood:
I don't think so. Anyway, tomorrow. It drops. That's all for now.
Total Beers: 192
Where I Should Be: 172.602
*This case is strike one. As per NY law, strike three is an automatic divorce. Just something to keep in mind.