How does one start to tell a story? It’s an interesting question and I’m tired of pondering it. So let’s just start by saying that I’m sitting on the back porch. It’s raining. It’s hot. I’m tired. The cars driving along the street, just beyond that rickety old fence, are driving ever so slowly. So slowly that after finishing off this last case of beer, I can still count them.
The woman in the blue convertible japawhatever, the kid in the old beat-up bug, the man in the old Chevy Nova, wearing a fedora and burping up noxious clouds of who knows what. Makes me want to do something, educate someone, enlighten him as you will, but, as time will tell, I am just too….
I stay put, perfectly pressed into the cushion, hand chilled by the touch of the cool perspiring glass. Comfortable.
I’ve wanted one thing for the last three Christmas’s in a row. The only reason I didn’t want it for the Christmas’s prior was because, well, I didn’t know it existed.
In the spirit of Christmas — and drinking — I refuse to put Bob & Doug MacKenzie’s Twelve Days of Christmas on this blog because it’s just too cliche. Instead, I’d have you all enjoy this alternative Bob & Doug MacKenzie bit.
So Merry Christmas, boys and girls. And may all your beer be mouse-free.
Thursday night my wife and I decided to make the trip to lovely Viola, TN for a friend’s wedding. At that point we also decided that we should go down Friday night to visit Lynchburg in the morning prior to the wedding (besides its the BBQ cook-off weekend.) Looking through the web wonderland we discovered a quaint little German restaurant we wanted to try out.
The Gasthaus of Manchester, TN is absolutely wonderful, the food was by far superior to anything I have ever had in Manchester and the beer and the selection was phenomenal. For directions, see the link. So if you find yourself in Manchester and are in the mood for something unique definitely check this one out!
And there I thought, back in 1982, the “official” beers would have been any of those nine colors of World’s Fair Beer, which was easily as bad as the swill Jimmy Carter’s brother made…
Ahh, but who the Hell am I to argue with this beautiful — and oh-so-tasteful — mirror-placque from back in the day…?
A majority of people understand what the “Holiday Blues” is all about. You lose your job, lose loved ones and are out of money entirely these are just some of the causes. You don’t necessarily have to be subject to all of these factors, just one is enough. That’s when it hit me, I should write a post with ways to avoid the “Holiday Blues.” After all, laughter is the best medicine…
Example 1: Christmas in a Beer Joint
Just in case you suffer from the “holiday blues” from your own lack of ability to purchase Christmas gifts, (you lucky bastard), I suggest you take this advice from Bob and Doug Mackenzie.
Example 2: Bob and Doug Mackenzie
In other words laugh your butt off this Christmas, it sure as hell beats being depressed!
