This is a story from a pub. Perhaps not a very interesting one, but a story nonetheless.
Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit!
There, now that I’ve got my fake Irish pretensions out of the way, let’s get on to the real business. (I am one eighth Irish, don’t ya know.) St. Patrick’s Day, one of my favourite holidays; Guinness Stout, one of my favourite beers! Who knew that the Irish were actually good at a few things? Not several hundred years worth of English pigs it would seem!
Ahoy there. It’s been a while since my last post, but I’ve been busy exploring Cuba and its various drinks! I hope to have a few reviews from Cuba uploaded soon; in the meantime, here’s a review from our holiday party.
Ian brought over a Spinnakers beer to share that neither of us had tried before. We proceeded to jot down some tasting notes.
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!
A Mail Art St. Patrick’s Day/Springtime/Birthday card from my sister.
It seems somewhat odd that after watching Khiran drink many six-packs of the Jerkface 9000 all summer, I finally tried it when I wasn’t with him. No matter though, I had the Jerkface on draught at the Yates Street Taphouse in Victoria and it did not disappoint. Neither did the tasty potato crisps.