What's this? A beer report on a Sunday?!?
It didn't start out that way, but not many things in my life live up to the promises made at the beginning, so what the fuck.
After I spent all day Saturday working in the prison hospital with that girl, I was feeling a little ripped off. No beer make Dave something something. Or something like that.
Today, after I slept off the 20 hours of work from Saturday, I awoke at about 11:30, just raring to go. Go where, you ask? Back to bed actually. But I didn't.
Instead I went and got part of my Christmas shopping out of the way. A couple of things about that:
- Remember when Toys R Us used to have actual toys? Now it's a damn clothing store.
- This store called Hobby Lobby was closed. On the Sunday before Christmas. A sign in their door proclaimed This store is closed on Sunday to allow our employees the opportunity to worship with their families. As an agnostic that lives alone, I'm offended by this shoving of the so-called Sabbath into my life, not to mention the rubbing into my face the fact that I have no family to spend my Sunday with. Plus, I really needed to pick some shit up there for Christmas, and now I'll have to go back on a weekday. Fuckers.
So I got about half my shopping done, and because it was still a little bit early, I went to Buckhead's in Jeffersonville to get something to eat.
This was either a brilliant idea or a huge mistake. I haven't decided yet.
As is typical for me, I first checked out the taps. Did my eyes deceive me? No! That's Upland Chocolate Stout! Yay!
I sat at a table and ordered a beer, remembering to get an unchilled glass.
I tried to divert this nagging impulse that had taken over my brain. I really did try.
I relished my Upland Chocolate Stout (44) and I perused the food menu.
I called my cousin Jeff, but he was busy doing some shopping of his own. He said he'd be at the Hooter's across the street from Buckhead's in a couple of hours though.
I called SpikeBoy, but he was on his way to work.
Once the waitress, who recognized me from before, asked me if "that blonde girl" would be joining me, my resolve was all gone.
I called MixedSignalGirl.
So much for that compassionate disassociation thing that I've been trying.
She made the quick drive over to join me for lunch, and we did a bit of catching up. I told her about my Las Vegas trip. Everything about that trip. She told me about her new job, and that her car (the one that she hit the deer with) had finally died so she was driving a new one.
I'd like to say that it was just like old times, but it wasn't. Something was definitely missing. We both noticed it, but neither of us would say it. Not to each other anyway. I'll say it here.
Whatever it was that she felt for me during the Summer, it's gone now. I looked into her eyes and I saw nothing. Serves me right I suppose.
I had another Upland (60). I'd really like to have a beer-off between the chocolate stouts from Upland and Rogue. It just may be possible, since Rich O's is slated to get the Rogue sometime during Saturnalia.
After we'd eaten I walked her out to her new car. It's pretty nice. We exchanged a hug and a quick kiss, and said goodbye. Perhaps for the last time, I dunno.
Kind of sad.
On the way back to my truck, I stuck my head into Hooter's to see if Jeff had arrived yet. I wasn't sure if I'd even recognize him since it's been about nine months. He was there, and I did recognize him.
I sat and talked with Jeff for an hour or so and had a couple glasses of Newcastle (1760). Yummy as always.
I guess that's it.