NBS BIF #12 Sign Up Thread

Well, my friend, on advice of, well, someone, has decided too not share his best stories.

Although, the one that involved accidental arson is probably safe to tell.

 

We played some Spades, but Hearts and especially Euchre were the games we played the most often. There was ALWAYS a Euchre game going on that floor - you could walk out of your room at 4 am and find a game.

 

1) I thoroughly enjoyed your story @ovaltine, and ye shall be rewarded
2) While I've never played Euchre, my sophomore year of college we had a stretch of 2-3 months where we played WAY too much Hearts. I distinctly remember nights where I desperately needed to study for a test, but instead stayed up until 3:30 playing Hearts.
3) @beertunes I anxiously await the accidental arson story....that was a very good teaser.

 

Who can top your mad story telling skills? Heck, I want to send you beer just for being able to read them. And thank Heaven above that what you so well described didn't happen to me.

 

When we have get togethers, we still play a lotta “Euchs,” primarily because it’s a fast game. Hearts, OTOH, at least in our experience, is not.

About 10 years after we graduated, we were in Chicago for a wedding for one of our buddy’s from the floor (the early ‘90s were rife with weddings). After the rehearsal dinner and drinks, four of us decided to play Hearts, starting around 11 pm.

Except we didn’t remember the rules. And since 1993 was pre-Google (and essentially pre-cell phone), we had nowhere to look and no one to call.

So we plodded around for 30 minutes or so, figured out the rules (pass to the left, pass to the right, the dreaded yet highly appreciated keeper, etc), and commenced playing in earnest. We were so proud of ourselves!

As a matter of fact, we were so proud of ourselves that we kept congratulating each other on our exceptional intelligence and memory.

While we played to 500.

That last rule (play to 200) was a doozy to forget. Needless to say, as 3 am approached (“Man, this game is taking FOREVER!”), we finally figured out our error. We powered through, finishing after 5 am, but that was a LOOOOOONG game of Hearts.

 

I think weddings are often fodder for good stories. Any time you get friends together who haven't seen each other for a while, you have the ingredients. It's another story for another day, but we had a wedding weekend that included one of my friends (same guy who we lost in Europe) being stalked by a stripper, getting asked to leave an Applebee's before noon (really, who gets kicked out of an Applebee's?), spending ~$1,500 for 12 people in one day on alcohol (which 25 years ago was not easy to do), and a very valuable lesson learned that it's rarely a good idea to seat your college friends at the front of the room at the reception.

 

We got married in 1990. We went to Indianapolis with our parents, ate pizza and drank beer at Noble Romans Friday night, primarily so our parents, who hadn’t met, could get to know each other.

They got along GREAT, and the next day (St Patrick’s Day), we were married on Monument Circle by a JOP wearing a green tie with white shamrocks. Then we went to dinner at a fancy place called Chateau Normandy where my very blue collar FIL (RIP Dad!) got to experience sorbet for the first time - “Michael, what in the hell am I supposed to do with this?” after the waiter placed it in front of him after he finished his salad.

We had a ball, and then had a party at the South Bend Marriott (now Doubletree) a couple of weeks later for close family and best friends (80 people IIRC).

In other words, parents/siblings, favorite aunts and uncles - and our college friends. I think we only served Bud and Miller Lite for beer, plus wine and limited booze. We also had a dinner (I distinctly remember chateaubriand) that went over really well with everyone.

Anywho, around 11 pm, we’re all properly overserved and having a great time when the head server approaches me and Joy and states, “We’re out of beer.”

“You mean for the party?”

“No, the hotel is out of beer - you finished your allotment, you wiped out the bar, and you finished all the reserve stock we have. We don’t have anymore beer on property.”

Well that’s a shame.

Moral of the story: never bring together two large groups of college friends that all like beer without letting the beer supplier know that they’re gonna need a bigger boat well in advance.

 

This is a funny ironic story and not a funny haha story. I have shared this before on BA but it is still pretty mindblowing to me

Two years ago my dentist of 25 years retired. I called the office to schedule an appointment with a new dentist . I was given two choices , dr x and dr p. They tell me the credentials and I choose dr p as he is also a teacher at tufts medical school , he must know his stuff. I schedule , I cancel. I schedule , I cancel . My work used to require a lot of travel . I schedule and finally get to meet dr p. . My first conversation with my dentist went something like this....

“ Where are you from. Dr p ?”

Ct
“ where did you go to college “

brown University
“ any outside interests ?”

I like to run marathons I’m planning to run the Berlin marathon next year

“ I was born in Germany . I can give you some travel tips and you should try The curry wurst , donner kebabs and bier”

oh , I like beer too
“ you like beer? I’m going to check out a new brewery when I head to Nashville tomorrow named...”

bearded iris ?
“ yes! You know bearded iris ?

“They’re great!”

Yes, I know Paul Vaughn ( bearded iris owner and brewmaster)
“How do know Paul Vaughn ?”

I used to brew beers . I rolled my ankle in college and the guy across the hall from me was into home brewing. That’s how I got into it

“What styles do you prefer?”

Saison, sours , IPAs, Pilsener , helles
“ if you like saisons , then you know allagash and hill farmstead”

yes I know hill farmstead , I used to brew beers with Shaun hill
“Wait! WHAT?”

In medical school I would go up to hill farmstead , brew beers and crash on his sofa For the weekend

“Wow! Then you must know treehouse and trillium”

yup
“ my all time favorite beer was a collaboration beer with treehouse and toppling Goliath called vagabond”

I know that beer. It’s my recipe
“”WHAT!!!?? You brewed my favorite beer?”

I used to be the the assistant brewmaster at treehouse . I didn’t have time as I was teaching Dentistry and starting this practice .....

Ka-Boom! Mind blown that my new dentist brewed my all time favorite beer. Every time i see my dentist , i bring him a beer and he brings me some Of his beers. I am holding out for some of his home brews, but I would need to eat more sugar to create more cavities. Our sessions last longer than normal because we spend time talking beers. He introduced me to Paul Vaughn who graciously offered to give me a tour of his facility. In fact, i am traveling to nashville today to visit family and I will meet up with Paul at his brewery This afternoon to discuss and trade beers.

 

We have our winner - unless we have someone that brews with John Kimmich.

 

Tell us more .....

 

Toured bearded iris today with Paul Vaughn, gave him some trillium and vitaminsea . He gave several freshies , reviews to follow

 

I like the way you roll.

PS: Bearded Iris is world-class, IMHO.