Why? Because I’m convinced I have really good taste in beer.
(Other things I’m convinced I have really good taste in: movies, politics, espresso, margaritas, computers/computer accessories, shoes)
Trying new beers is a bit of an addiction for the Beau Named Joe and me. I think this started during my semester in Rome. Beer and wine were cheaper than water. When I wasn’t ordering Spankings (peach vodka + Sprite) or Bailey’s coladas, I opted for Guinness or Nastro Azzuro. (I now realize my mistake with Nastro Azzuro… it means “Blue Ribbon” in Italian, like Pabst Blue Ribbon… and that’s what it tastes like. Gross.)
Seasonal beers are my favorite. The local brewery makes THE BEST seasonal beer I’ve ever tasted. They have a pumpkin ale that is TO DIE FOR. Blue Moon also makes a pretty decent fall seasonal beer called Harvest Moon. Their spring seasonal, called Honey Moon, is only alright. I made a mental note to try Sam Adams’ summer seasonal variety pack after seeing it in Target today…
Giving the local pumpkin ale a run for its money is Leinenkugel’s Summer Shandy. I’ve looked into this… apparently shandy is a lemonade/beer mix meant for children. And I can imagine why; this shit is delicious. I know what you’re thinking: “Lemonade and beer? I bet that tastes like Pinesol.” Au contraire, rather than tasting like you’ve just licked the floor of a gas station restroom, this Summer Shandy tastes like a zesty party in your mouth. First you taste lemony goodness and then you taste a light wheat brew and then you get an aftertaste of heaven. It goes down too easily. In the words of my mother, the first one tastes like another. It’s crisp and refreshing and if you drink it, I won’t judge you.
In other news, I’m graduating in five days. Holy shit. My school and the university across the street give their seniors a week to fuck around on campus after finals week. They plan all sorts of nice events, but what I’m most looking forward to is the party on the island. We have a little lake with a little island and apparently the administration thinks it’s a good idea to throw a kegger on it. That’s tomorrow. I’m sure there will be pictures.
And that red dress in recent entries? I’m wearing it again for the beau’s commencement ball on Wednesday. That dress is so hot. I can’t wait. I’m sure there will be pictures from that, too.
The past three nights, I’ve dreamed about getting engaged. On top of that, last night I dreamed all my hair fell out when I brushed it. I looked this stuff up in a dream dictionary at Barnes & Noble today and it wasn’t good. And because last night’s dream consisted of an emerald engagement ring, it was really really not good. WTF? But if all my hair falls out? I’m sure there WON’T be pictures.