Fell in a Dungheap...

Came out smelling like a rose beer.

After my volunteer gig/work extravaganza, I have to confess I slept until noon today. When it's a dreary, cold day, sleeping until noon is one of the great luxuries in which one can indulge. Today, however, it was a sunny, summery day (mid-80's Fahrenheit), so I felt a minor pang of guilt in sleeping in on such a glorious day.

When I finally got my ass in gear, I decided to take a long walk on the path by the Bronx River Parkway. After getting the blood moving, I stopped by to patronize the local ice cream vendor, who I have known for years. While buying my "toasted almond" popsicle, I ran into an old friend and former housemate, my great and good friend **REDACTED**, a guy who I have known since high school, who was one of my housemates in the infamous "beach house without an ocean". Hail and well met, old chum! He was meeting another old friend and former housemate at a bar which had recently opened- Growlers Beer Bistro in Tuckahoe, NY.

Upon arriving at the bar, we discovered that the owners were throwing a fundraiser for a friend who'd come on hard times. Twenty bucks for unlimited pints of Brooklyn Brown Ale and Lagunitas IPA, along with a couple of absurdly large sandwiches (chicken cutlets, FTW!). To put it succinctly, Christmas came early! The unexpected Big Beer Nights are the best Big Beer Nights, especially when they start in the afternoon, and are well-nigh ridiculously inexpensive.

I'm a little beery even now, after having downed a couple of cups of coffee, but I promise to write of the extremely nice, but sorta creepy lunatic I had to deal with last night. I think the story is worth it, but I need some time to write the post.