beer snob

In the words of Chris Brown to Rihanna, 20 years from now when they've rekindled their love (they ARE the modern day Pam and Tommy Lee, after all) "it's been a long time, baby." Indeed, it seems like millenia ago since the last time yours truly has shared his cranial output on Brewdies. And with good reason. Recently, I took a big, long awaited step in my life. No, not an intervention (not saying that won't happen soon); I actually got engaged. The normal reaction is: girls "Awww"; guys "don't do it!".

Okay, everyone who's read my blog entries this far can probably guess with some high degree of accuracy that I'm something of a beer snob.  It's the way I've been since my buddy Mark introduced me to Left Hand's Sawtooth Ale way back when I started drinking beer.  I started off with craft brews and imports, I didn't misspend any of my youth on watery, fizzy yellow swill.  I take this stuff seriously.  The website's called Brewdies, for god's sake.