Rye-On-Rye = Me-Under-Table

Another reason for the recent hiati (We did decide it was hiati, and not hiatuses, right? Spellcheck is telling me different, but we all know how much I enjoy making up words and rolling with them) is that I'm constantly forgetting to take pictures of the delicious beers and food I have. There are a couple of reasons for this.

Reason #1: When I'm out drinking, I'm drinking. And that sometimes leads to being forgetful.

Reason #2: I forget what reason #2 is. I was drinking. Forgive me.

Reason #3: In order to keep motivated and keep updating this blog, going out for a good beer and a good meal can't feel like a chore, and if I go out with a mindset that every beer I drink or every morsel of food I eat has to be translated into an epic blog post (can we have a moratorium on the word epic, please?) then I'm not going to be able to enjoy said beer or food. It loses it's delicious purity if it becomes a 'job,' of sorts.

Delicious purity? Where did that come from? Super creepy, those two words together.

Keep Staying Tuned for Season 2; or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love The Exclamation Point

Once again, apologies for the ill-defined and (certainly) annoying hiatuses. Hiatuses? Is that the plural for hiatus? Or would it be hiati? No. Too close to Haiti. Too soon?

Whoa. Tangents right out of the gate there. If you like stream-of-consciousness tangents as much as I apparently do, might I recommend the Pod F. Tompkast, the podcast of one of my favorite comedians, Paul F. Tompkins. An expert improvisor, he begins each episode with a monologue that evolves off the cuff, and where it ends up sometimes surprises even Paul.

Back to beer. That's why you're here, isn't it? ISN'T IT?!?!