It’s that time of year again. I just called the Sierra Nevada brewery on a hunch, and it turns out it was released on October 9th. They said we should be seeing it on the East Coast by the end of the week!

“Alright kids…thank you for coming out tonight. We appreciate every time we can drive up to Cleveland, we like it. We bring all of our Daytonians with us….all of the sick fucks. They get up here and stand on the stage…on the side of the stage…and every once and a while, one of ‘em will run out here and grab the mic from me. Last time somebody did that was my sister, in Cincinnati, and I punched her.

Bitch.

No…she’s sweet, she is sweet.”

“This is a song from Kid Marine. It’s a very fuckin’ good album. And all the critics that said it sucked can suck my dick. Let me tell you something about critics ok…let me tell you something about rock critics. They like to be the first one to fuckin’ build you up, like discover you…then they want to be first ones to bring you down. So they can suck my fuckin’ dick. Fuck ‘em. They’re wanna be’s. Every rock critic wishes he could fuckin’ play a goddamn guitar. I’m sorry to be copping an attitude on the industry tonight…but fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em. Because…I’ll just go back to Rockathon Records on their ass….real quickly…real fuckin’ quickly. I’ll be on the Fading Captain Series…and they can chew a root. And I’ll run your goddamn ass off! I like to drink man…I’m getting red. I’m getting red, man. Me and Doug are red tonight.”

TICKETS FOR BOB ARRIVED TODAY!

Hell yeah! Only 3 days to go before Bob descends on New England!!

I don’t really care about St. Patricks Day, honestly. My name is Colin, yes, but I am not Irish. I had to explain this to countless people on Friday night…and they would all look at me baffled like “what do you mean? your name is Colin is it not? You must be Irish.” No..I’m not. Sorry.

I and two associates in debauchery went downtown to check out the madness at about 4:00pm. Our obviously flawed plan was that we would all go do the happy hour thing, and then get home before it got too crazy and the sobriety check points were set up. Well, as you can imagine, it didn’t turn out quite that way.

First we went to some bar I can’t remember the name of, because they have 9 foot pool tables. Unfortunately, the tables were all taken, and we didn’t want to wait around. So we had a black and tan, and then left for City Steam. At City Steam, I confirmed my prior assessment that their beer has gone to shit. Seriously, for a brew pub, their beer SUCKS wind. It was terrible. But we still played pool there for a while, and suffered through the terrible beer. I played one of my most dominating games of pool ever, right after my cohort made fun of me for how I break.

He was like, “why do you always break that fucking lame way, man? You are supposed to hit it dead on the center.” He was totally wrong, as just after he said this, I broke in my normal fasion, pocketed 5 balls on the break, and proceeded to run the table without giving him a turn. Out of 15 games with my two cohorts, I lost one…and only because I scratched on the 8 ball. Yes, I am awesome. You don’t have to tell me.

Then we left and walked down the street to some Irish bar that was packed to the gills. I hate standing in crowds. About the only way I can tolerate it is if there is a band playing that I really want to see, or hot girls that seem interested. Fortunately, we ran into a few of the latter. After a while though, we really needed to get out to the parking lot so that my one friends could run over my other friends foot. True story. Sounds reckless and dangerous, and probably was, but terribly funny none the less. It probably would have been less funny had he whos foot was run over actually been hurt…but he was ok.

We then stopped by the biker bar. Those of you who know me very well will know what that means.

We chilled at my place for a while, then went to the Pool Factory so I could continue my dominating of pool. By this point in the evening however, my beer goggles were firmly attached. Now, a little known side effect of the beer goggles needs to be mentioned here. While yes, they make females look more attractive than they otherwise would be, they also make rather poor shots at pool look much more attractive. So I couldn’t really crush my opponents the way I would have liked to. And besides, at this point it was about midnight, and we were all starting to wear down after our nine hour “happy hour”. So we called it quits, and all went home.

Good times for all…except my friend who had his foot run over I guess.

PS: Wow..I typed all that and didn’t make a single spelling mistake according to my spell checker!

St. Pattys day…

It’s a forgone conclusion that I’ll get hammered. The only problem is that I got hammered last night, and only now at about 3:30pm, has the thought of alcohol crossed my mind without me dry heaving.

However, I did win my first pool match in my league last night! It was awesome. The guy I was playing with was even more nervous that me…which felt nice for once. I can finally say I’m not the newest guy on the league, and also that I have now officially beaten someone.

Anyway…back to me complaining. My friend is coming to pick me up at 4:15pm sharp, so that we can go downtown and start the party. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to be able to handle it. I’m really hoping that if I get a beer down or something, I won’t immediately puke…but it’s gonna be a tough one, that’s for sure. My day so far has consisted of cursing alcohol, trying not to fall asleep at my desk, and as you can see…posting random shit to my blog. I also thought I completely screwed up my vision for a while, because I put my head down and took a little semi-nap, and when I raised my head back up and opened my eyes, they wouldn’t focus for like 5 minutes. It was rather disturbing, especially after reading about Sam and Lolo both getting glasses. Oldness totally sucks.
RobSurge took the whole day off and has been drinking since approximately 9:00am. He said he would call me around 3:00pm, but he hasn’t. I imagine it’s probably because he’s passed out in a puddle of his own piss and vomit somewhere on the streets of Wallyworld. He is also not answering his phone, which he carries religiously since the birth of his son.

Anyway…I’m outta here…time to go dye my internal organs with green beer!

First, I realize that this is not a new beer, nor a particularly rare one on the west coast…but I had never had it before and in fact, had not ever seen it on the east coast. And I liked it, and if you haven’t tried it…you should, given the opportunity.

But wow…what a strong beer. 9.8%. Overwhelming rather strange taste, really..but a good one fortunately. It seemed somewhat like what I would image Celebration ale would taste like if you extracted 1/4 of the water out of it. The palet was assaulted in much the same area, but much more savagely.

Not something I was interested in having several of though. Definately a starter beer, not one you’ll want to carry around for the long haul. Of course, if you tried, the haul would likely get much shorter.

I can remember several times thinking I would rather have it much colder and in a frosted pint glass, but I didn’t have any…and it goes down pretty slow…so expect it to be fairly warm by the end unless you pound it.

I would however, strongly recommend against pounding it.

So I’ve got some weblog software running as you can see.

Now I should feel special because I’m on the “blog” bandwagon and revolutionizing the “new media” or whatever.

But I don’t. It’s a nice thought to believe I’ll update this more than I’ve updated the other site, but I probably won’t.

I’d like one of these …it’s a nice day outside and nothing says “nice day” like a cold Mirror Pond. Then again, most anything says “nice day” more than sitting inside screwing around with blog software.