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My parents keep telling me that somewhere on here I referred to my Dad as a “Budweiser kind of guy”. I don't think I did, and I can't seem to find it (SELECT * FROM `blog` WHERE blog_content LIKE '%Budweiser%'), but I know I did say that “When I was growing up, my Dad liked Budweiser (the American version), so I thought that was what beer tasted like, hence I thought I didn't like beer.”
For the record, Dad is by no means a Budweiser kind of guy, nor do I think he really is all that fond of it. It was just all they had to drink back in the '70s – that or perhaps something even less appetizing. And if you were hosting a hadball tournament, that's what you'd get a keg of, because as I recall, after a couple of games of handball, a watery beer would be pretty swell. In any case, I owe Dad quite a few beers for that offense. I should mention that the first day I drove the first car I ever drove, I carried an open container of Bud – a tapped keg as a matter of fact – to a handball tournament, the “First Annual Helen Keller Invitational” where the power went out.
Tonight with dinner I had a Belgian Trappistes Rochefort #10 that I paid way too much for at the local Bevmo. I think El Centro even has a Bevmo these days. Bevmo still doesn't have Dogfish Head Raison d'etre – not to mention 120 minute IPA (yes, I even read the brewmaster's book, Brewing Up A Business), but they do have a decent selection of microbrews, including the one I just had as well as Ommegang and Three Philospophers, plenty of Stone selections, Rogue River, several of the ubiquitous but tasty Chimay flavors… I don't know if Dad has heard of any of these, but I'll make it a point to introduce him. Funny thing is, I only end up drinking a single beer every few days, 'cause I'm trying to watch the carbs and they make me snore. Sometimes I go wild and have a big bottle.
Oh, (“2 RESULTS FOUND”) I also said, re St. Patrick's Day, “Friends don't let friends drink green Budweiser.” That one I'm sticking to.