Enter beer. This beer. An ale, actually. Arrogant Bastard Ale. It certainly has bite. And taste. It's a beer that's refreshing (much like a Mentos - but with emphasis on the BUZZ). Even satisfying. The woman in my life laughed at the bottle, took a sip and proclaimed "GOOD BEER." Such proclamations are usually left to Vikings, Germans and self-proclaimed Weekend Warriors. This time a blonde can claim that statement. And a Southern blonde at that.
I finally found a hops and barley refreshment (i.e. beer - not Grape Nuts puree') that best describes the little voice that's in my head. You know that voice - don't ya? It's the one that they talk about in The Secret and on Dr. Phil. Well anyway - keep in mind that I am about as down-to-earth as anyone on the planet. Heck, maybe even more so (that might explain my resume - c'mon the power of The Secret). But every so often, that damn little voice screams loudly, and this time it was thirsty. Very thirsty. And irritable.
By this time, I was tempted to let my cat Booger sip it since he did jump up on the table and gave it a hefty sniff). But then those animal activists and anti-Michael Vick bloggers would have had quite the field day. So I took the glass away. And (hopefully) rightfully so!
So what's the moral to this tale about this ale? Well, there isn't one. But I do give Arrogant Bastard Ale my ringing endorsement. Yes - I have a blog that about three people read, so therefore I must be an EXPERT on beer. In fact, this is my first endorsement ever of anything that is not an Enuff Z'Nuff CD.
So cheers!
Jeez- I wish that I had bought two! I guess there's always next weekend.
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