A beer sort of girl should have a sort of Oktoberfest, don't you think? I'm planning a party. In the Sosenhausen Biergarten. That is now the name of my backyard. October is a long time to wait, but it also means I'll have a lot of time to prepare. And get the patio stones out of my imagination and into the area of the yard that I refer to as the mudpit. Start making your suggestions for bier now. You know you want to be invited.
Minus the pool. No chlorine in my eyes. But the screened porch and deck combo that I have been going on and on about, if only in my head, are almost complete. A ceiling fan spinning over my very own caged enclosure while I wait lazily for another beer to materialize magically. I know it is brought by The Keeper, but I can pretend whatever I want. It's my zoo, and the only one who ever stares from the other side of the cage is the neighbor's kid.
The 4 day weekend was perfect, completely relaxing and beer filled. Ahhh. So lazy.
Tonight I am going to happy hour at a wine bar. A lovely wine bar. JP's Wine Bar. A place where I drank $13 glasses of wine that I couldn't pronounce BEFORE I consumed them, never mind after. Tonight, I plan to delve into their beer menu. Any place that sells Chimay, Delirium Tremens, Nostradamus and Rogue Shakespeare Stout is a bar for me.
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