It's funny how things work out sometimes.
Allow me to 'splain.
My mind is your basic two-track male model. Sometimes I can squeeze in a third track, but usually it's the same two over and over.
So, because of one of the tracks, I was looking forward to having Rogue Chocolate Stout while in Las Vegas. I discovered that wonderful beer here last December, and when I came back in August it was here waiting for me.
So I had it last December in Las Vegas. I had it at Rich O's during DaveFest in June and July, and I had it again when I returned to Las Vegas in August. Throw in the few times I've had it in bottled form, and I've had it a lot. About 1,000 ounces, up until last week.
Now I'm up to 1,172 ounces.
Because, last week, it came back to the Rich O's draft list.
This was very cool, and it was made even more cool because it was a surprise to me.
But I remember thinking, last Wednesday as I drank a yummy pint, I remember thinking, Now what am I supposed to look forward to drinking in Las Vegas?
Fat Tire I can get here. I like Fat Tire, but it's not really enough to wrap an entire trip to Las Vegas around.
Ditto for the Black Chip Porter up at Main Street Station. Besides, that's only available up there, and it's a $50 cab ride away from The Rio.
I had no idea what beer would end up defining this trip.
Until I walked into The Tilted Kilt this afternoon.
There was no Rogue Chocolate Stout on tap.
But, that was okay, because in its place, there was...
Pyramid Tilted Kilt!
Fucking yay and yay!
This beer, for those of you who haven't been studying me as much as you should, is a beer that I discovered here in the Spring of 2004. It immediately became one of my all-time favorites, and I drank a lot of it.
Then, I never saw it again. I was even told that Pyramid had stopped making it.
I was devastated, I tell you.
But no more.
Because Pyramid Tilted Kilt has come back into my life, and now I know which beer will define this entire trip.
I had two small pints (332) with my lunch, and now I've got to try to get some sleep.
But first, here's the rest of my day so far.
My suitcase was the third one to arrive at baggage claim.
The taxi line was a million miles long, but I overheard a dude tell a driver that he was going to The Rio, and I ended up sharing the taxi with him.
There was a hot naked chick at the check-in counter. She was yelling something about something.
I got a room right away. Sometimes I have to wait for hours before a room is available.
Anyway, I'm fucking tired now. I was too excited to sleep last night. I need to sleep now, at least for a couple of hours.