Beer......

Well, it has been over two months since I last posted. That is not to say that I haven't had anything to say, just that I was to lazy to log into my blog and post. So I return to talk about something I love, and no it is not my wife...it's my other love - beer.

Goose Island came out with a rare installment of their coveted Bourbon County line. I was visiting my local liquor store (Lincolnwood Wine and Spirits) when I asked my friendly beer guy if he had anything special. After some thought he said.....why you might like Bourbon County Stout Rare. Sure let me have a look-see.

This beer has been aged in 23 year old Pappy Van Winkle casks for 2 years. At 13% this is a serious beer. But do I drink it now, or let it age. That is the question.

You Necked Man....

How do your old balls feel after this?

My Hiatus is Over

Well after 2 months of not posting, I will finally humor the two people who read my blog by reliving these last 2 months in one post. Let us see. I was riding a bus that drove through a train gate, had a bachelor party that I survived...barely, tried to drink beer - but there was too much head (did I really say too much head?), got married, saw "the shocker" bumper sticker, walked into a bar that had block letters spelling out "BEARS SUCK", walked out of a bar that had block letters spelling out "BEARS SUCK", saw a tractor parade, saw a "pumpkin drop" (probably the biggest event that happens in Berlin, Wisconsin all year long), drank hot cocoa on a booze cruise, and I'm spent.

Not in any order:

Porn Happens?

Just when I thought this was the coolest license plate, I was told, to my disappointment, it actually meant 'Poor and Happy' - in a Mercedes none the less. If I was younger and actually figured out what it meant while I was walking by the car, the car might have been keyed. No, it wouldn't have, but I have to admit I was looking for porn stars in the area. But in the end Porn does Happen.

Only in Wisconsin

Only in Wisconsin you will find a Pharmacy and a place you can register for your wedding. Grab me some Cheetos and hey, register us for the double pack of beef jerky.

Oh. Aye. Ar.

While living in the Rugby House during college, we listened to many different genres of music. My room mate Jay was the techno junkie and Eric was classic rocker while I enjoyed long instrumental improvisation from jam bands. Our neighbors, on the other hand loved this group O.A.R. I never heard of them but during the summer while playing our daily games of horse shoes and drinking our Keystone Light, I got to know the music - and I liked it.

But then for the next 60 days straight, while playing horse shoes and drinking our beer, we listened to the same CD over and over and over again. Then I hated O.A.R.

After I relocated to a new apartment I enjoyed the decreased air time of O.A.R. Then after my mandatory No O.A.R. time, I decided to give them another chance and now I have seen them 5 times in concert including at Bonnaroo and for their latest live album Rain or Shine - a three disk set compiled during a two night stand in Chicago during the summer of 2009.

Last night was another great show on Chicago's lakefront culminating with "Crazy Game of Poker" while Navy Pier had their fireworks.

Oh, and these three dudes to the right - their ladies ditched them and they sat shoulder to shoulder like this most of the night. It was adorable. Just notice the slight tilt from the guy on the right. That is love.

Hey Bertha, the Jesse White Tumblers are coming

The Fourth of July brings out some weirdos - adults who try and bowl over kids at parades to get candy to be more precise. I have seen adults misbehave - hell, I misbehave every once in a while. But this woman (not pictured) took the cake.

And then there was the guy who was holding his dog like a child patting the dog's ass as though he was burping an infant. What are these people thinking?