While I was in Sun Valley this past July, I had the chance to sample many beers from Ninkasi Brewery. "Sample" is probably too weak of a word. They were kind enough to supply beer after all the Ride Sun Valley Mountain Bike Festival Stoker Rides... well in the case of Zac and I, after the Stoker Rides and before our bonus post-Stoker Ride rides.
When I returned home, I was disheartened when I discovered none of the local beer stores stocked Ninkasi.
I've bitched about it before. My cry was heard, and last night my needs were satiated.
Big E promised and delivered.
Not now. Time to open the box.
There was another sealed box inside the sack. I started to fear that I was being toyed with, the old box inside a box inside a box inside a box with a lead weight at the core.
It was not.
Three dogs were loose in the house. It looked like four dogs decided to take a dump in the living room. I went directly to the fridge.
Pick up poop, de-con, fold laundry, put away clean dishes, pay bills... all with a smile.
I hoist my glass to you, Earl. If I could, I would hug you, but in that way that men hug where no feelings are shown or expressed.