If you read my British Beer Bottles post, you would know that I have been cleaning out my room. While in that post I disposed of several bottles that I had never even sampled, this time around I have managed to get rid of several bottles that I did personally consume, some of them even for this blog.
As I was cleaning out my room in preparation of my move back to Vernon, I came across an old in class writing exercise that I had done in one of my professional writing classes with Elizabeth Grove-White. Distant cousin to the great Kildare Dobbs, don’tcha know! No? Hmm, oh well, the exercise isn’t much to speak of anyways, but I thought I would record its existence before consigning it to the recycling heap of yesteryear. After all, my most famous blog post, Date A Boy Who Drinks, also began its life as an in class exercise with EGW!
My first piece of European Mail Art is a collage of beer labels sent to me from Italy by Roberta Savolini!
Lately I have been watching a lot of European football (soccer) on American TV channels, and one commercial in particular has stood out to me. Amazingly it’s the most recent 30 second Budweiser commercial. Now I am by no means a fan of their main beer brands, but there are a few things about this commercial that thrill and excite me. Watch the commercial, and then read on to see why I deemed it worthy of analysis.
In order to get home for Christmas, I caught a ride with my tree planter friend Andrew. The drive was great, safe in his sturdy Delica, with Geronimo the travelling cat asleep upon my shoulders. Along the way we spent a night at his parent’s place in West Vancouver, so that we might go out and enjoy the city with some of his old schoolmates. I took this opportunity to sample a few drinks for reviews!
Part 1 can be found here.
Around the fire were two couples, and they were drinking beers while listening to Led Zeppelin. Lots of Led Zeppelin; all night long. I was impressed. The wives did not talk much, but their husbands sure made up for it. Their names were Bobby and Jim, and they were both Vietnam War veterans. As a Canadian, this was a demographic that I was unlikely to ever encounter back home, so despite how much overlap there truly is in the Canadian and the American experience, this would certainly be a treat for me. They quickly got me involved in their game of blow darts, which involved shooting foot long darts out of a long pipe towards a target which was about twenty feet away. When I reasoned that my beer intake was starting to affect my aim, I bowed out of the competition. Jim would not be reigned in so easily though, and he began to flip throwing knives up into the air in an attempt to have them land point down in a target near his feet. Bobby admonished him that one day he might stab his own foot, and that got us onto the lovely topic of healthcare.