Well, I went out last night. Actually, I had my hair cut first and because I was going to be in the area anyway I agreed to go meet a buddy for a beer or two at The Flying Saucer . (The guy in the opening credits has the hairest arms EVER. I really want to get some wax strips after the monkey man!!!) See, I had a running bet with this friend that he could not find a beer I liked, because I LOATHE beer with a passion. As you can see from my post last night, he won the bet. Actually, I am not sure I lost since I liked the beer. So many of you asked me what kind of beer it was, and the truth is, I don’t remember the brand name, but I am sure it falls into what I call “Bitch Beer”.
It was some kind of apple flavored beer, but yeah, it was actually really good. Four beers worth good, BUT, the glasses for it were actually like really small champagne glasses. I also tried a Scottish Ale, and it actually didn’t really have a taste to me. It was dry, but there wasn’t a really distinct flavor that just popped out at me, so I was not impressed with the Scottish ale. Anyway, bitch beer is what I call pretty much any “beer” that has some kind of additional flavor to keep it from actually tasting like beer. Stuff like…Jack Daniels Down Home Punch, total bitch beer, wine coolers, etc etc, you get the idea.
I guess he actually didn’t win the bet. I’ve always liked bitch beer, so he really didn’t find anything new…Oh I like that. *manically cackles*
On a side note, and this is a total overshare warning:
I have not eaten fast food in quite awhile, so yesterday I went to Taco Bell for lunch. Then I had 4 beers, and since I was kind of late getting home, I thought I would grab something little from Wendy’s…
That combo is not so great for the tummy at 4 am, and uh 5 am, and uh *oversleeps for work and can’t convince co-workers it was NOT because I was hung over from previous bitch beer consumption* /sigh
I had my hair trimmed yesterday which is one of the reasons I agreed to meet my buddy, because I was going to be in the area. So, I went through the trouble of getting my haircut, styled smooth and cute as hell…only to get caught in a rainstorm on the way back to the car. His comment “WOW, your hair IS curly…” My answer: To jump in a deep water puddle to splash water…on me. Lame. However, I have officially decided that at whatever age it is we decide to stop playing in the rain, we were dumb, and everyone should do it again! So much fun!