Outside of Manny Machado and California Chrome's owner going batshit insane, this weekend didn't offer up much to write about for this Nobel Prize Winning blogger. So instead, we're going to talk about my Saturday and Sunday. And no, this has nothing to do with birthing classes or family visiting (both were way better than expected).
So Lange and -Rex turned 30 last week and their wives cooked up some sort of a surprise shindig on Saturday night. It was a fairly ELITE gathering of some of our best and brightest and good times were had by all. Originally, the wife was going to come, too, but she had no energy left after classes and a bridal shower so I was left alone with no supervision. The results were horrible. I should never be left alone.
Big -Rex and I were playing a nice game of "Drink All of the Old Styles" which was great because Char Bar actually sells Old Style (and plays Pantera on the jukebox!)! Then Dut bought me two long islands which apparently he dumped a brick of black tar heroin into because it was on. I got home and immediately laid on the couch. Not long after that, I wake up in a panic realizing that here comes the barf wagon. I did not make it all the way to the bathroom in time. I finished up my puke, opened the door, and saw my dog eating my hurl. That's a fun thing to watch.
I get up at 10 (didn't actually do anything until 4:30!) to the wife asking me to clean up the rancid red sick that was still fermenting on the end table and coating a picture of her and her sisters. I shamefully obliged. Before my grandmother passed away, she gave all the grandkids a couple of ceramic hummingbirds that she collected as something to remember her by. I spewed on it. While trying to clean it, I broke it into a billion pieces.
Anyway, today's question is simple: I'm allowing you one brand of beer to drink over the next three years. You can have nothing else but the type that you pick but you can have as much as you want. What are you picking?
This is a tougher question than you might think. You may love Guinness but EVERY DAY? I'll pick original Spaten out of Germany. It is terrific. It is something that I could drink with dinner, after yard work, at a bar...very versatile brew-dog. Make your choice and remember that you run the risk of ridicule when you pick Icehouse, Iceman.
I'm a 33 year old stud about to become a dad. I should probably consider slowing down on the old drink-till-I-puke practice. I'm going to be a terrific father.