Day 314 / November 10, 2011
Guinness Ltd. / Dublin, Ireland
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Step Right Up, Step Right
Up…
Let’s recap some of the high points and low points of my Thursday
evening, shall we?
Low Point:
Guinness Black Lager, before I left home, to continue my Black Beer
Run. Compared to the other rich, full
bodied black beers of various styles this week, the GBL was just kind of
bland. Seemed like it pasteurized or
something – there was no distinguishable (to my palate, at least) hop or malt
character.
High Point:
Meeting up with several guys at Clare & Don’s Beach Shack, over fish
tacos and/or burgers, catching up on the events of the day, including the
unfortunate demise of Joe Paterno’s career, and the fortunate demise of Rick
Perry’s presidential aspirations.
Low Point:
Our burly, surly waiter, who asked us,
“This may sound weird, but are you guys all married?” Yes, I do think he was hitting on all or any
of us, casting his net and hoping to catch the one of us who may not be married
and have a tendency to lean that way.
Sorry bub, next table.
Low Point:
The current Widmer Rotator IPA selection, O’Ryely IPA, on tap at Clare
& Don’s. Not much hops for an IPA,
and a strange fruity sweetness to it.
Not what you’d expect for an IPA.
High Point:
My second live Here Come the Mummies show at the State Theater, and
introducing a new batch of friends to the terrifying funk from beyond the
grave. Over 90 minutes of literally
non-stop funk, infectious grooves, rock solid horns, filthy innuendo and single
entendres, all delivered by a cast of funky Mummies. Incredible show!
Low Point:
The tall, solo dude in the buttoned-up white button-down, dancing in his
own world and out of his mind, a few people away from us on the dance
floor. There’s one at every show. As experienced concert goers, we should have
the right to make a citizen’s arrest, and remove said dork from the dance
floor, before he elbows the guy next to him just one too many times (that would
be twice) and gets his ass kicked, or before he spills my drink.
High Points:
Libido Knievel
Mummies on the couch, mummies on the floor…
Being single, drinking double, sleeping triple….. Hmmmmmm…
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