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Wynkoop-ish
Jan. 19th, 2007 01:20 amI like the barley wine, I like it very much. Not only is is very tasty it also got me hammered for hours after I drank a glass. And I don't even mean a pint, maybe half a pint. I should explain.
Tonight I visited with my best friend from high school, Jason. Great guy, like a straight version of me, though shorter. Also darker hair. But we were the best of friends because we both had the same sorts of trivial historical folkloreical sort of interests and were both near the bottom of the geek pecking order in the Strategic Games Club. (That meant that I was president of the club of people who played games like Dungeons and Dragons, only geekier, and he was and officer in the computer club. Geeks who take leadership positions are usually the least powerful.)
So tonight I hung out playing pool and talking with him at the Wynkoop Brewing Company, the brewpub that launched the career of our beloved Mayor of Denver. I had something called Sleggehameren Barley Wine after having a Captain Hickenloopers Flying Artillery Ale. It is now three hours later and my lips are still numb. With a taste reminiscent of a Northern European ale, perhaps something French, I'm giving it the thumbs up. Though next time I'll have just that. If I don't try something else off the menu. What lovely beer. Playing pool, advising the two other members of our party on pool technique (sad that, the blind leading the...) and drinking moderately.
Jason is headed back home tomorrow (well today now) and I'm still recovering. I'm going to sit by the fire and read more Spider-man comics while (very carefully) feeding wood to the flames. It was good to see him again. Lots of thing to catch up with him on. So a great evening and now it is time to read or pass out. See you all tomorrow when I write again.
Tonight I visited with my best friend from high school, Jason. Great guy, like a straight version of me, though shorter. Also darker hair. But we were the best of friends because we both had the same sorts of trivial historical folkloreical sort of interests and were both near the bottom of the geek pecking order in the Strategic Games Club. (That meant that I was president of the club of people who played games like Dungeons and Dragons, only geekier, and he was and officer in the computer club. Geeks who take leadership positions are usually the least powerful.)
So tonight I hung out playing pool and talking with him at the Wynkoop Brewing Company, the brewpub that launched the career of our beloved Mayor of Denver. I had something called Sleggehameren Barley Wine after having a Captain Hickenloopers Flying Artillery Ale. It is now three hours later and my lips are still numb. With a taste reminiscent of a Northern European ale, perhaps something French, I'm giving it the thumbs up. Though next time I'll have just that. If I don't try something else off the menu. What lovely beer. Playing pool, advising the two other members of our party on pool technique (sad that, the blind leading the...) and drinking moderately.
Jason is headed back home tomorrow (well today now) and I'm still recovering. I'm going to sit by the fire and read more Spider-man comics while (very carefully) feeding wood to the flames. It was good to see him again. Lots of thing to catch up with him on. So a great evening and now it is time to read or pass out. See you all tomorrow when I write again.