INKSTAND

This ale may not exactly mark the start of the Christmas season, but it will do until Lagunita’s Brown Shugga comes out. The Maritime brewery is only blocks from my house and I figure since the Eagle (leather bar) has it year round, the brewery probably does, too. Most likely because their sign has the skull-santa logo on it. I have yet to go there.
I’m not sure what the percentage of this ale is since it’s not on the bottle, but it seems to be pretty strong. I’m pretty tipsy after having only two while playing online scrabble with a friend of mine. Speaking of wich…

I had one of these for the first time yesterday. I can assure you that it will most definitley NOT be my last.

It’s 90 proof as opposed to the usual 80 proof whiskey, for a bout two bucks more. Witht he help of a couple neighbors I finished the bottle last night. I’m very glad that Stephanie’s sister made us all a ton of spaghetti, which was awesome. I had two rather large plates. If it wasn’t for that I probably would’ve gotten really sick.
This whiskey is also probably the reason some people got some very long emails from me last night. Nothing bad, just rambling.
Yeah, I like this whiskey.

This is a sweet one, the hazlenut is a nice touch. While sweet beers can be a little overbearing, this one’s not too bad. I think one 22oz bottle is enough for one sitting. The best thing about it is that the guy on the bottle looks like me. Because I’m so handsome, I drink it all then try to make out with myself. But the $4.99 price screams “high maintenence.”

First of all, I hate dancing. Secondly, I didn’t know discos still existed. The other night some friends of friends were going to 80’s dance night and invited me along. Dancing? The eighties? What posessed me? Probably the fact that I was already drunk. And as much as I don’t like dancing, I’ve learned that if I have enough booze in me I can keep at it for a while. My ankles just get tired because the only dance I know is the twist.
So Neighbors’ entrance is in an alleyway. This was kind of creepy, but when I hung out there to smoke, I kind of felt like a hoodlum. There’s a huge dance floor and people dance. I guess that’s what’s supposed to happen. I didn’t know if it was a gay joint at first, becasue the crowd seemed pretty mixed. I suppose dance clubs attract fags like flies to shit anyway, but I looked it up an it is a gay joint. The atmosphere was pretty relaxed, which was really cool. I tend to feel out of place in most gay bars for some reason.
I think the best part about it was that there was this spot in the back behind a glass wall with a couple couches and tables and stuff, so you could get away from the mostly shitty music that was playing. Ok, it wasn’t all that bad, but while there I DID realize that George Michael’s “I Want Your Sex” makes me want to peel my skin off with a pair of pliers. I just now remembered (i was drunk!) having a rolling chair fight with one of the other guys. I’m suprised they didn’t get mad at us about that. I was beyond caring, it was fun.
So, I don’t know what the cover was, but that would probably be a determining factor in whether i go there or not again.

The first time I tried this beer, I thought it tasted like cardboard, but in a good way. Like the way the boxes to the board games smelled at my grandma’s house. It no longer tastes like that, I think I’ve adapted to it. It’s sweet and tasty, but at $4.99 for a twelve ounce bottle, it’s not meant for chugging. Luckily we carry it at my work. I’ll say no more about that.
I also really like the label, although this image doesn’t represent it very well. It’s much nicer in real life. It looks like someone in a Godzilla Movie from the 60’s would be drinking it.

So. I tried not to drink for two weeks, thinking I had a drinking problem. Here’s where that logic fails: I am prone to over-reacting on account of I am a drama queen. So now that I’ve slapped that little bitch (me) with three days of solid reality I decided to fuck it. I knew this would be difficult. I have what freudians would call an oral fixation. I have to keep puting things in my mouth. Seeing as how I am single this would pose a problem. I might’ve just ate a bunch and become the round faced anti-social shut in I was in high school. I have started smoking a lot more, but the cigs don’t make me feel as sick as when I was drinking all the time.
It’s like the episode of South Park where Randy thinks he’s an alcoholic. Stan tries to tell him that he likes to drink beer so he should, just not so much. Ahh, from the mouths of babes crudley voiced by annoying yet clever adults. I just need to not drink so much if I’m depressed or escaping problems. That’s when I need to turn to the ganja weed. Speaking of which, let’s move on to the next review.

Damn, that’s good.

On the way home tonight I got totally wasted, choked both of my roommates to death and then shaved my head. I would not recomend doing this unless you have a good reason. And if you do, make sure you have plenty of water and food. Hangovers are a bitch.

I was right about the food/water. No hangover. But I am exhausted and look pretty good.

Gray Matter KimmieI’m glad that Josh has started writing a blog stemming from the Boontdusties page. With Gray Matter Kimmie Josh seems to be chronicling some of the important aspects of my patheticaly co-dependent group of friends. Okay, maybe I’m the only one who’s co-dependent, but that’s because I rarley meet people I like, muchless people who become a family to me. So far he has touched on some of the things that I was not around for because we all went to two different high schools in the same district. While Jake ping ponged between the two, KC and I were stuck at the shitty new one, Freedom. All the other cool kids went to Liberty. I met a few of them during high school, but thank God I assimilated into the tribe later on.
While it may seem that the content of this page is only of interest to those involved, I assure you our lives are better than anything you can ever read/watch/hear/feel/taste anywhere.

Oh, man. Hoew could I not have reviewed these befroe? They arew the best cheap beer wiht out resorting to Steel Resercve or other malt liquoer . But im sure everty fucking body knows that.