What beer are you drinking now? #232

Now onto this classic...

 

Great beer courtesy of a great BB Shamrock015210

 

I tried that a couple months ago, it was really nice! I'm really getting into quads and I'm interested in what you thought of it!

 

I really enjoyed it. If you are getting in to Quads I would recommend trying these rather easy to get Quads: St. Bernardus Abt 12, Rochefort 10, La Trappe Quadrupel, Sixth Glass by Boulevard and if you have access to Pannepot I have heard they make some stellar quads but have yet to find one.
Cheers!

 

Finishing off:

Excellent Tripel IMO


VITUS


Cheers

I had one last month and it blew me away. One of the best Quads I have ever had. Better than many of the hyped ones IMO. Incredible mouthfeel and complexity. It was world class.

 

A one and done nite cap of Anderson Valley Bourbon Barrel Stout.

 

Some Southern Tier on a Sunday night

 

My deepest condoolences.

 

Home finally....what a weird night out.

Per my previous post, (where I was at MAX BURGER in Longmeadow, MA, and had the STONE Ruination and the RESIN Cream Ale):
I was seated between a Blonde in her early 30's 2 seats to the right, an empty seat to my IMMEDIATE right, and, a gentleman and a blonde lady early 40's to my left.
I dropped off my IPAD and phone on the bar, and immediately headed for the bathroom, whereupon I almost trampled a wispy blonde with huge bombs.
(Holy crap! )
I cursed my dumb luck, and drained it.
(Those of you actually paying attention will know WHERE that blonde with the rack was sitting)
I got back to my seat to find the breasts practically on my right elbow.
Get this:
She was with her sister, who was a bit more Rubenesque, and was actually stalking the man to my left, who was on a blind date.
I could hear these sisters conspiring to cause trouble, but was not sure with whom, so I ignored on the surface, and kept wary of the circumstances.
Sure enough, the "wispy torpedos" got up to go to the bathroom. (Didn't she just come out of there, I thought?)
On her way back, she stopped short of the man on my left on the blind date and excaimed, "OHHHH!! HI!!! REMEMBER ME? YOU CRASHED MY DATE TWO YEARS AGO AND ATE MY FOOD!! REMEMBER!? REMEMBER!?"

Ouch.

She was ruthless. Her sister to my right was snickering and loving it.
I tried to ignore the best I could.

But, she had a great rack, so to no avail.

When she was done humiliating him, she came back to her seat and took a victory lap over some Amaretto di Saronno.
The man's date did eventually get up and just LEAVE.

Ouch x2.

He ran after her, and then came back inside.
I grabbed my stuff and tried to move....remember, I was in the middle of this insanity....but the "balloons" won out, and I stayed in my seat.

The man came back to his seat, cashed out, and, to my ULTIMATE SURPRISE, walked over to the non-wispy, non-chestified sister and TRIED TO KISS HER AND EVENTUALLY STUCK HIS TONGUE IN HER EAR.

I know this, because the bar has mirrors in front of the customers, and the "bosomy" sister was whispering to me that she thought the man was going to be pissed.
I disagreed, and said he was going to kiss her, (as I watched him trying to kiss her...)
"E-cup" thought I was a fortune teller, when later, her sister said he had tried to kiss her, but, only stuck his tongue in her ear.

We (they) laughed, and they told me the whole stupid pathetic story about how this guy TWO YEARS AGO had not called the next day after banging the older, non-wispy, non-busty sister.

I showed my shocked face (!) and learned their names, the spelling of their last names, and then, in a moment of true unplanned brilliance, told them my name, which, when spoken in the right tone under the right circumstances, sounds ridiculous.

I bid Alicia (huge boobs) and Nicole (great personality) goodbye, and vowed we would meet again (never).


Now, back home:
Trois Pistoles
My 4th of the night, and I feel like there may be more....

 

Still sipping on my Shorts
Listening to a Michigan classic

One of the songs that epitomizes summer for me.

 

2013-06-09 21.31.52 by Douglas Hammett, on Flickr

 

After the shit I'm going through with this stuff...I don't even want to think about that...this sucks.

 

Went to Toronado in the afternoon and the last beer I had there was a Duchesse De Bourgogne.

 

Why not? Cracked open the growler of PseudoSue!

Listening to some classic local stuff. I was in that crowd at the end of the song.

 

I saw Les at the Iridium in NYC years ago and took my Gibson Les Paul to the show for him to sign. As a long time guitar player it was the 3rd greatest moment of my life (next to getting married and being in the same room for the birth of both of my sons.) I only spent about 3 minutes with the guy between his shows but can vouch that he was incredibly gracious, humble, and quite personable for someone of his stature. I literally cried the day he died. (Was at a business meeting in CA and excused myself from the room that evening when I heard the news...crazy I know...but he made that much of an impact on me.)

At 70-something when I saw him he could still easily play circles around anyone else playing the same genre of music no matter what age...I was in awe the entire evening.

 

You can't resist this.....peppery, fruity, great foamy pour.

 

I can't click the, "Like" button on that one, been there as well and I totally feel for 'ya, G. This stuff isn't cheap and it's over the counter, it helped tremendously on my last bought of that nasty stuff:

http://www.walgreens.com/store/c/za...4021&sst=241482a7-5af5-c3e8-0b99-000042d36aba

 

You haven't tried my mom's blueberry pie or blueberry buckle recipes...you'd change your mind!

 

Bengali Tiger