OK, heh. After our discussion of the Gulu-Gulu cafe here, I decided to go for a quick beer to kill time before my massage. I order the Hennipin. It's pouring mostly foam. OK. I order the McChouffe- it looks like this: [link]

What I get, no lie, looks like this: [link]

I pointed out the color discrepancy and was told "It's a *Belgian* brown ale" as if somehow the color brown is completely different in Belgium. I take a sip; it is SO NOT anything EVEN resembling a) Belgian ale b) Scotch ale (one of the style inspirations) c) a brown ale. It is crisp and bitter- it's a fucking pilsner! I mean, it's so absurd, that I half expect that the hipsters are conducting some sort of social experiment to expose beer snobs as total fools. Despite the server's protestations, I return the beer and get a Sierra Nevada ESB in the bottle.

So funny.

Excellent, GC. Professors rarely get appreciated for their grading, and you'll have established a good working rapport.

You should reward yourself with a new pair of shoes!

You should reward yourself with a new pair of shoes!

We should all reward ourselves with new shoes!

Nora! Dude! That's beer fraud!!!

(And Sierra ESB is a fine bottled beer. But I'm sorry about your lost Hennepin, as it's a fave of mine...)

(Have I mentioned lately how y'all bring out my barely-hidden inner beer snob?)

Happy birthday, NoiseDesign!

Nora! Dude! That's beer fraud!!!

I emailed the cafe to express my displeasure. I included those links and raised my eyebrows at the fact that the McChouffe is the mort expensive draft beer

p-c, to my gmail?

Yep. It's probably in your spam folder. Le sigh.

So, I went out at lunch and bought these Sugar, right?

Super sugar. Kind of want them now.

Ginger, that sucks about your neighbor. I will hope it responds to treatment well. Gah. Cancer does suck, as ever.

And I think I forgot to say Happy Birthday, ND earlier, so... Happy Birthday, ND!

Super sugar. Kind of want them now.

everytime I got up from my desk, I looked down and smiled.

I got out of the meeting fairly early, called up my sis, she was busy, but got my BIL, and met him. Went to a winery tour and tasting for his lawfirm (granted, a winery in downtown Indianapolis...) and then to dinner (where I had yummy scallops and orzo, and bread pudding). I ran into my boss every time I walked in and out fo the lobby (he claims he was not, in fact, hanging out at the hotel bar that WHOLE time...) and he just left to go drinking with a bunch of folks. I declined, I think one drink and I"d fall over!

edited to deny the double Pope post!

Hah! I suddenly want Sparky to set up a false pope in Avignon...so she can deny him three times...