Thank you sir, may I have another?

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.

The Shirtless Club for Men: Sun Valley Chapter approves.

When I returned home, I was disheartened when I discovered none of the local beer stores stocked Ninkasi.

The horror.

I've bitched about it before.  My cry was heard, and last night my needs were satiated.
Big E promised and delivered.

Too say I was excited would be an understatement.  I came home to an empty house, clean dishes in the dishwasher, unfolded laundry in a basket, bills to pay, wet work gear to attend to, my mom's dishwasher in need of repair...

Not now.  Time to open the box.

This is the largest consumer available ZipLoc bag I have ever seen.  Being that I have a penchant for recycling these handy items, this one will now be my most prized ZipLoc bag ever.

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.

Mother of God.  I decided to put them in the fridge immediately, but still planned on waiting for a special moment to drink them.  Then I ate dinner, headed to Home Depot for supplies, and went over to my mom's to fix a dishwasher.  When I arrived back at my house an hour later, something smelled funny.  Initially I thought it was the big bag of broccoli I had steamed earlier.  Then I turned the corner out of my bike room.

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.

For those that would want to know, I chose the Tricerahops for maximum PITA buffering.

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.