Well, I survived 35 years on this planet. Or is it mathmatically 34? However it works out I’m glad to still be here!
Yesterday b-day recollections in a nutshell:
- Birthday morning Kroger-brand blueberry loaf(?) and danishes with the youth group at church:
around 5 or 10 bucks (not really sure the Elder Extroverted Holy One bought ’em)
free for me ’cause I’m a member of the Beer Police! =)
$4.50 each (or priceless as far as I’m concerned)
- Home-made cake by EEHO and the Young Extroverted One and so artfully decorated by the YEO
Elder Extroverted Holy One: “Does daddy have a baby in his tummy?”
Young Extroverted One: “No silly. Boys can’t have babies. He has a beer baby.”
The EEHO and I like to compare belly size. She has challenged me to lose my gut when she loses hers. The cool thing about the loss of my gut is it won’t be poopin’ in diapers and crying in the middle of the night.
Or maybe it will be me after detox.
Went to the Music City Brewer’s Fest on Saturday.
Mmmmm. . . beeeeer. . .
Mmmmm. . . humidity . . . ugh.
Lots of great brews, including my all-time favs The Highland Brewing Company. I hovered around their booth for a little while but figured I should branch out. I would write about my impressions of all the different beers that I tried that day but I can’t really remember. I must have drunk too many good ones. The heat is really the only thing that I can remember. Oooof.
I do remember that I missed having a little water to rinse out my cup at each booth. You should be able to wash out the remnants of the prior beer before you tried a new one. I feel that I didn’t get a good representation of taste because they were really all mixed together. Oh well. This was my first time away from my favorite brewer’s fest, the Brewgrass Festival, and maybe they don’t offer that everywhere. At least it gave me a hint of beers that I’ll try to find the next time I’m at Midtown Wine and Spirits.
I did a lot of comparisons between the Music City Brewer’s Fest and the Brewgrass Festival. My apologies to my partner in brew, I sounded like a guy talking about his old girlfriend that just dumped him. I must have sounded like such a putz (no real connection for this link I just love the name of this company)(a shout out to my buddy Mountain Kilter).
On the subject of beers and festivals, walking around amongst the throng of amatuer and professional beer drinkers in downtown Nashville in the humidity I came to realize that I really love to listen to bluegrass drinking fine brews in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Here I am talking about my old girlfriend again. So sorry.
Sigh . . . well, the introvert/extrovert clan may have to take a trip come September 22 to Asheville, NC.
Every once in awhile I get a little nostalgic. It happens mostly when I’m bored and online. I’ve exhausted my blogroll, done all that I can with my facebook and myspace pages. So, what else is there to do? I tend to try some googling of former residences and schools. For me that’s West Allis, Wisconsin and Woodrow Wilson Elementary School. I attempt to figure out where former classmates went to high school and search. But no luck.
How does one look for peeps far removed? My family moved to Melbourne, Florida when I was eight. That’s a big stretch of time with no contact to be looking for folks on the intertubes. Heck, I don’t even remember the names of those I went to school with so how can I expect to try to find alumni and actually recognize names? I have already made connections with former schoolmates from my childhood in Melbourne through myspace. It’s just every now and then I like to look a little farther back. I’m currently at work so I’m not doing any drunk googling. That might get a little dangerous.
At least I found the house that I grew up (until eight) in. 1040 South 88th Street. That’s one thing I can remember!
As I drove into work this morning I noticed some self(?) censorship on the Midtown Wine and Spirits. It was advertising a special on Fat Bastard and a Riesling. They spelled ‘bastard’ with a dollar sign for the ‘s’. Is bastard that bad of a word? I must be desensitized or something because I tend to use that word freely. Yikes, this might affect my blog’s ‘G’ rating.
I remember being introduced to the bastard around the same time I met the Elder Extroverted One’s family. Not only is it a pretty decent wine it has a great name. Especially if you have to say it out loud the dinner table. I really enjoyed saying, “Pass that bastard over here!” Sigh. Good times.
UPDATE: The word bastard did affect my rating. Shoot! After typing bastard seven (well, now nine times) my blog is PG. My own daughter can’t read this blog. Which is good because she can’t read yet.
It’s looking more like I am getting the Director of Event Technology gig at the Marriott at Vanderbilt University. It seems like an exciting venture but there is a little more involved than just technology. I have to check in regularly with the hotel sales staff to get audio/visual leads, call these leads, meet with clients and generally be a real good audio/visual presence with hotel staff. Unfortunately, my technical background of 15 years or more is not enough because I can set up some mad a/v gear for a presentation and then gaff tape the hell out of some cables.
So, there is a bit of apprehension about the people thing. As the name of this blog suggests I am not much of a people person. I do alright, generally speaking. But that’s every once in awhile. And after a couple of beers. Dealing with people everyday might just drive me to drink.
. . . oh wait. I already do that. Nevermind, I guess I’ll be alright. For the most part. Must . . . stay . . . sober . . . at . . . work.
First off, I am not a fan of the Anaheim Ducks whatsoever. I am more of a fan of the sport of hockey than anything (and a big fan of the home team as well). But I must say some things about the NHL playoffs that no other sport playoff series has.
Whenever I watch the playoffs and the finals no matter who wins the whole process brings a tear(s) to my eyes. Hockey is the only sport that has the hand-shaking thing. Reminiscent of little league games it’s great to see opponents shake hands and hug (as manly as possible)after a rough series. Especially after contentious moments.
It’s hard work and whoever ends up winning gets my respect. One of my favorite teams to have won the cup was the Carolina Hurricanes. I had the pleasure of working in the RBC Center and for the ‘canes before it was the RBC Center. Always a fan even though I have since moved from Raleigh and am in Nashville and am a fan of my home team.
Congratulations to the Ducks. And to the Predators, there’s always next year.
I have already forgotten what I ordered from my friend, Damon. He outdid himself on this tasty, handcrafted beer. I believe he calls it ‘Jolly Roger’ somethin’-or-other.
Mmmmm . . . mmmmmm . . . good.
Check out the last review.
*But not that vampire hunter version. That wouldn’t be fair for that poor rabbit.
The other day the crew (Young Extroverted One, Elder Extroverted Holy One and I) went to the 12th South Taproom to attend the CD release party of Leslie McClure. We got there a little too early but we sort of planned to eat before the show. After finishing our meal the YEO started to get restless and began singing Easter songs which mostly consisted of bunnies and stuff.
While we aren’t freaky and fundamental about it we do try to be intentional about the Christian holidays. So, EEHO brought up that we also, and mostly, celebrate the resurrection of Jesus at this time of year. “
So, why don’t we sing songs about Jesus instead of Easter?”** thus spake the YEO. Because in her mind Easter is the candy and bunnies and chicks and that annoying fake grass you put in baskets.
It’s kind of difficult to keep a balance between the secular, commercial side of holidays and the other religious side. For Pete’s sake (ya like that don’t ya?), the YEO is a potential preacher’s kid. She shouldn’t go through life just celebrating the Roman-pagan holidays. I think she needs to see both sides of the festivities (while not demanding the double-up of goodies).
Not only do we like to be religiously appropriate but also historically appropriate. It’ll make for a nice clash of ideals for teachers/authoritarian figures to deal with later. Maybe we’ll send her to a private Christian academy of some sort in Kansas.
**UPDATE: Apparently, my recollections of the YEO’s quote were clouded by the many Highland Brewing Company’s Gaelic Ales that I consumed. I suppose the EEHO should be my editor before I publish my posts. But that would take way too long.
The Young Extroverted One actually said, “Why would we sing songs about Jesus at Easter?” I apologize for my misquoting of the YEO lest she sue me for libel.