You might be a BA if...

You can't be trusted to "run in" a store w/o coming back out with "more beer." Or my favorite argument, "why are you buying beer to take, when there's a fridge full of beer? What's wrong with that beer?" SMH...woman, please!

 

Yep. Or make than "Man puhleeze!! I have to have all these beers, shoes, outfits, blouses . . . you don't understand me!"

 

Every time you go out to a party your friends ask you what beer you've brought this time.

You buy your non-beery friends beer as gifts for their birthday and you actually payed attention to what they like so you know what to buy.

 

If you put a false wall in the back of your beer cellar to hide the really rare stuff from your adult offspring that still live with you......

 

You sleep in a horseblanket that smells like cat piss.

 

So does that little "SNPA" confusion influence your grading rubric in a positive way?

I'm a teacher too. And I PREFER to do grades with a beer in hand rather than a beer on my mind.

 

With either a barrel aged or 100% Brett pillow!

 

Damn Skippy, utopiajane!!!

 

...when date night is almost always going to the brewery

 

If you're scared to trade someone's beers from the west coast ...,

 

...you actually review a beer.

 

...your response to someone complaining about having to drink a Barium smoothie is to suggest it would be better with the proper glassware.

 

You bitch about "only" being 50% barrel aged or being barrel aged less than 6 months.
@CommanderOfAwesome, I'm talking to you!

 

Guilty. Stone with w00t stout was the only partially BA'd beer done successfully that I've tried.

 

If you are driving down the street and see a "(whatever) Blvd." street sign and immediately think of bourbon vanilla bean dark lord.

This actually happened to me yesterday....

 

Then you'll want my remaining two. We'll work something out.

 

…you have the Fresh Beer Only page bookmarked on your smartphone for in-store reference.

 

if you brag about how infrequently you drink beer

 

you're at a friend's bachelor party at which you got dropped off and are therefor carless, and upon realizing the beer selection consists solely of coors, coors light, budweiser, and bud light, jog the 5 blocks back to your place, fill a backpack with the twelve pack of SN torpedo you bought earlier that day, hitch a ride back, and share it with the one other guy there who drinks craft beer.

 

didn't know those last two are mutually exclusive