I'd already planned on going to Rich O's. I'm off for the first half of the day tomorrow, so that means that my Thursday night is free. So I was going anyway.
Then I got the latest Publicanista! email from Rich O's. I'm sure that it said some other stuff, but nothing, I mean no-o-o-o-thing was even close to the importance of this:
The Rogue distribution rights have transitioned back to North Vernon Beverage Co., the pallet was delivered on Wednesday afternoon, and Dave's two faves are ON TAP now:I somehow remembered to put my pants on before rushing to Rich O's.
Rogue Chocolate Stout and Rogue Smoke
Once I got there, I took notes.
I arrive. There are probably people here, but I don't care. I grab my favorite seat at the bar and order a Rogue Chocolate Stout (526).
Oh, dark master, how I've missed your frothy presence.
That one chick's voice cuts through everything. No wonder her husband always looks so miserable.
I hope these two fuckers next to me don't babble like that all night. They're ruining my special moment.
I should have stopped and eaten something on the way here. That failure will undoubtedly cost me later, when it causes me to cut myself off early.
First there was A, and A consumed me. Then B came along and distracted me from A. B was a very welcome distraction. But now A had lost its power, and I wonder what will become of B. Should I start looking for C?
For those keeping score at home, these fuckers still haven't shut up.
I should write about reactionary idiots, but I'm worried about what the reactions would be. I think that's irony or some such.
The fuckers are talking about high school soccer. Kill me now.
PotatoGirl is wearing horizontal stripes. What is she thinking?
WomanRepellant is here. He still owes me for his DaveFest shirt.
Scratch that. He just paid me.
Today we had to go to this Famous Dave's place for lunch. Despite the cool name, it's not my favorite place. I had a beer that was new to me:
(draft) Touted as being "like Blue Moon" and I suppose that's not too much of a lie. A decent Belgian wheat, but with lagerish undertones and a touch too much citrus. Kind of a blend of Belgian and American wheats.9:11
Oh boy. Some guy has decided to squeeze into the stool next to me.
Another Rogue (546).
This one girl that works here, I used to call her HatGirl before The HatGirl came into my life. So now this girl needs a new nickname. I think I'll call her KillerBodyGirl. Yeah, that's it. KillerBodyGirl. It has a nice ring to it.
Speaking of HatGirl, I texted her as soon as I found out that the Rogue was on tap. No response.
I'm reminded that I'm supposed to be mad, or at least disappointed, with one of my friends. Right now, I don't care.
The babbling fuckers have finally left, and PestoBoy has moved to the other end of the bar. Yay! Now there's room for hot girls! Bring on the hot girls!
Seriously, bring on the hot girls.
I'm thinking that I might have a Rogue Smoke next. I waited a long time for it, too.
Been talking to BreakfastDude.
Trying to talk ElPresidente into buying a DaveFest shirt. He claims to have no money.
Another Rogue Chocolate Stout, but I only drink half (556).
ElPresidente wants a shirt, but I think I'm out of his size.
I sold him the shirt I'd reserved for my friend Eric. Oops.
DooRagGirl is here. Yay!
Ordering a Diet Coke.
DooRagGirl is leaving. WomanRepellant lived up to his nickname.
I'm outta here.