Brews You Can Use
I think I need to find a better beer store. There's one on the way home from work, but, as previously noted, it tends to stock really out of date beer.
There's an upside to this, in that I'm learning to be more conscious of how fresh my beer is, but I can't purchase anything that doesn't advertise its age. Sometimes you can deduce it, like if the bottlecaps say "10 Year Anniversary! Founded 1994."
I settled on a Smuttynose Pale Ale, best enjoyed by December 2006. I think I can swing that. Maybe not the best I could do, but having a bag of rapidly cooling Indian food with you will tilt you towards the satisficing end of the decision-making spectrum.
Drinking a single beer with dinner reduces your linguistics-homework reading comprehension by something like 90 percent.
My roommate Mackenzie is from Cooperstown, and when she was in high school she used to give tours at the Ommegang brewery, apparently. (I was proud that I could associate that with cave-aged beers, thanks to Pete's beer-snob proselytizing.) I've only recently spent enough time with her to learn anything about her; she's doing an environmental law program at the forestry school & tends to be holed up with reading a lot. But we've had some decent evening conversations within the last week, and she came out Saturday night to go not-bowling with a group of my office friends. That would have been actual bowling if the two alleys we tried hadn't been full. So we all hung out at someone's apartment instead, actually a fair number of people.
Good times. Happy Monday, all . . .
There's an upside to this, in that I'm learning to be more conscious of how fresh my beer is, but I can't purchase anything that doesn't advertise its age. Sometimes you can deduce it, like if the bottlecaps say "10 Year Anniversary! Founded 1994."
I settled on a Smuttynose Pale Ale, best enjoyed by December 2006. I think I can swing that. Maybe not the best I could do, but having a bag of rapidly cooling Indian food with you will tilt you towards the satisficing end of the decision-making spectrum.
Drinking a single beer with dinner reduces your linguistics-homework reading comprehension by something like 90 percent.
My roommate Mackenzie is from Cooperstown, and when she was in high school she used to give tours at the Ommegang brewery, apparently. (I was proud that I could associate that with cave-aged beers, thanks to Pete's beer-snob proselytizing.) I've only recently spent enough time with her to learn anything about her; she's doing an environmental law program at the forestry school & tends to be holed up with reading a lot. But we've had some decent evening conversations within the last week, and she came out Saturday night to go not-bowling with a group of my office friends. That would have been actual bowling if the two alleys we tried hadn't been full. So we all hung out at someone's apartment instead, actually a fair number of people.
Good times. Happy Monday, all . . .
4 Comments:
Yeah, I went bowling in a friend's sublet one summer. Apparently, however, following through on the "Dude, this is a sublet? Let's TRASH IT!!!" comment wasn't as ironic as it seemed at the time.
Remind me never to offer you housing.
See, this is where it gets hard to tell whether you're being ironic or not. This didn't actually happen, right?
Didn't happen.
Ever since you pulled that toilet out of a dumpster and took it back to your apartment, I haven't written anything off as impossible.
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