So, yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day. Last night was St. Patrick’s Night. I have some Irish blood in me. I was out of town, and I met up with a friend. I had a surprisingly nice hotel room last night. There was a pull-out couch, a king sized bed, and a flat panel TV on the wall.
There was a bar in the hotel, but I and my bud figured there’d be more expensive drinks there than up the road. We went to West Pub and they had all kinds of specials. $4 Irish Car Bombs. $3 beers. It was alright. I didn’t eat. I decided I’d have a liquid diet; since I was paying for my friend, I made the decision that he’d do the same.
“Two car bombs, please”, I request. They were down in one drink, just like they’re supposed to be drunk. My buddy thought they were weak, because he didn’t “feel anything” within 3 minutes. We had a couple of beers. He began to change his mind about the POWER of the Irish Car Bomb.
Ok…I wrote this a couple of days ago, and can’t remember a lot more to say about this night. So, I’ll carry on with tonight…
I bought some “Steel Reserve” beer. Never heard of it? Me either. I bought a 12 pack of 12 oz.ers for $7.99. I wouldn’t say it’s the best beer; but at that price, who can argue? It’s 8.1% alcohol. I had a few. I shared a few with my friends.
One of my friends mentions that he likes bottled beer. He doesn’t really care for cans. He doesn’t care for a tap. He doesn’t care for a keg. My god. Seriously.
I’d take it in a bathtub. I’d have beer in an eye dropper. I’d take beer in a tuba.
I’d shower in it. Who in the heck cares what container it comes in?
If I bathed in a tub of beer, I bet my baths would last a long time. And I wouldn’t use soap. I would be lying in a mostly empty bathtub by the end of my beer bath. If I drank that much beer, I’d probably not get out to pee; so I’d end up drinking my own pee.
That’s gross.
I may post some older blogs from my other site. I got a comment on one of them today, and when I read it, I couldn’t even believe I had written it. Weird.
Be good.
-Beans™
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