Once More With Feeling...

Tom and I aren't very good at this whole "blogging" idea. Sure we love beer and the good times that associate with it, I think we just have a hard time sitting down and writing about it.


My plans for tonight, however, just begged to be written. After a long week of working, I had ideas. A movie, a beer or two and perhaps a few homemade cherry bombs would cure all the ails of the week.



Tonight I am enjoying a bomber of Rogue Dead Guy Ale. I remember the first time I had this beer. I was completely unaware of any craft beer. I drank PBR and Yuengling because they were cheap and Guinness when I wanted to feel classy. I bought a six pack of Rogue on a whim, both because it was actually in a local six pack shop, and I needed something for a byob basement show at a friend's house. Everyone else, used to 40s and Natty Ice, scoffed at my gross beer. I think there's even a picture somewhere on facebook with me sipping a brew that is captioned "dead guy ale, gross." I enjoyed my six pack and got thoroughly drunk. Judge ye not, I'm five feet tall and if I'm in the mood I get drunk good and fast. Since then, I've always been trying new beers. It was a gateway drug for me, and I'll always be glad of my decision to spend a few more dollars to take a chance on something new.



As a companion to my beer I will be partaking in some homemade cherry bombs. It was an experiment so I only bought a tiny jar. I made these with two kinds of rum. Maybe a shot of Sailor Jerry Rum, just to finish off a fifth, and filled the rest with Kraken. Kraken is interesting. Super cool bottle design, horrible smell, nice taste. Easy on the wallet as well, which never hurts. I essentially dumped all of the syrup. In my next batch I think I'll leave a little more, just for a bit of extra sweetness, and if my luck holds, the next batch will be dangerous. I'm hoping to get my hands on a fifth of Everclear this summer. I have family in Tennessee, and it seems to be the vacation destination this summer. I know this is a beer blog, but hell, what is life without some spiked fruit in it? If I can get some hypodermic syringes, I could have oodles of fun with some oranges. Imagine that in a wheat beer. Good times.

I almost forgot to mention that I opened my beer with this bitching mermaid bottle opener my mother bought for me from some craft store that resides in a remodeled barn. It isn't the best opener, the tab is thick, so you have to use a lot of pressure to get it under the cap. I excuse this on the basis of form over function. It's heavy and iron and I can't wait to make up some bullshit story about how it's a family heirloom of some kind. Yes, I'm that kind of person.

Now before I get too long winded, I'm going to pay attention to Gangs of New York, drink my beer, eat my liquor and munch a bit on some sour cream and onion chex mix. Once the weekend comes, I am truly living the good life.