Thursday, May 2, 2013

I Can't Drive Like I'm 55

     It's time to begin the 30th anniversary of turning 25. For those of you that skipped math class for those 12 long years in high school, that means I'm turning 55 or I as like to call it, fifty fucking five. Now I know if I said it once,  I've said it a thousand times, but it sure beats the alternative, an eternal dirt nap. So, with all that being said, I am pleased to announce the beginning of Bengel Beer Week. Or BBW for short. What does that mean for you, the beer geek, the average craft beer consumer, the bloggers and young attractive women with deep ties to breweries around the world? Absolutely nothing! But I did get your attention, if only for a moment or two. Besides, I a have a double date scheduled for next week on my birthday anyway with Kacie McDonnell from Fox 29 and Sheena Parveen from Channel 10. Cause I like my traffic and the weather on the fives. I'll be here all week ladies and germs. Seriously folks, it is always nice when everybody in the biz  schedules beer events for me. It's a lot less work for me, and I am all about that at birthday time, and hell,  for most times after that too. Just take a quick look of what be happening.

Last night a trip to Whole Foods in Devon for some much needed food and a Duclaw Black Lightening and a taste of PBC Blackzinger. Tonight a trip to ye olde CAH,  Friday a trip to Bistro on the Bridge for a Neshaminy Creek tap takeover. Sunday the granddaddy of them all, the goat races at Sly Fox or the beer and pee races, you make the call, then an late afternoon trip to Union Jacks for a Smuttynose event  Yep, it looking like one fine old time in the beer city and the weather couldn't be more perfect. But what about my birthday on Wednesday? What should I do, what should I do? Go to the city? Go to the suburbs? Go to someplace new or someplace old? Decisions, decisions...
Crapola, I was misled, yeah, that's it. It looks like a doubleheader of fun on Sunday

Monday, April 22, 2013

Lazy Is As Lazy Does

     I have come to the conclusion that I don't blog much. I know this may come as a complete shock to most of you, but it's true. I do that Facebook and Twitter thingamajig enough, okay, sometimes, but blogging with real fancy words and such, well, it just ain't happening much anymore. By the time I come up with an idea about a story I want to write, it is so far in the past, I end up scrapping it.. But enough about me, and more about me. It's spring cleaning here at TLBL. Time to get all the links fixed and update all the others. Out with the old and in with older, I mean new. Yeah new, that's the ticket.

                                                         Coming up next on TLBL,
Is 55 the new 70?
Does heaven really have no beer, that's why you must drink it here?
Do goats dream of lamb chops?
If someone buys you a beer and you say thanks and they say no problem, should you keep asking for more beer until it becomes one?

And now I leave you with a long lost picture of Beauty and the Beer Beast from Railroad's Evolution Night. Thanks Mr. Roberts for taking this. P.S. If she has to take pictures with the likes of me, I sure hope she gets paid really, really well.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Bow Wow Wow, Yippee Yo Yippee Yay

                                                                         "Sick as a dog"

     I take great pride in not getting as sick as much as everybody else does out there in beer land. When I even think I'm getting a scratchy throat,  I got my Zinc lozenges on standby along with my Vitamin C. But this year,  something was different. It felt like I had something for a long time, but it was just chilling out, waiting for the right moment to strike. It found it. After another long and grueling holiday season, which taxed my very soul, I awoke on January 2 feeling quite good. It was a fucking trap. That night I went to bed and awoke in the middle of the night with the chills and fever. Morning came and my head felt like 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea. But overall, still kicking it, so I thought,  I'll be a good boy and stay home from TNSC so I can finish beating this. And after a normal night, I thought I had the upper hand. That is till Friday night where I sweated more than most people do in a sauna. On the surface of the sun. In a month. It's kinda hard to get a good nights sleep when you feel like you're in a waterbed that has sprung several leaks. And the crazy thing is, I was lucky, a lot more lucky than some of the horror stories I heard and read about. (Thanks Probiotics!!) The worse of all was even more crazy. An occasional cough that was coming from the lowest depths possible in the human body. The result? It blew out lower back out and left me crawling around on the floor. Hence my post on Facebook about beating myself up.

     The chills and fever are long gone and Mr. Chiropractor is helping me get on the right track. Just a matter of getting my strength back more than anything. You want keep some resolutions that you always don't keep? Just get the flu, no beer since the 31st .