This is my night.
A bath full of Epsom salts and bedazzled with amber bottles full of this deliciousness.
Thank you, Odell Brewing. Straight from my mouth to God's ears to some magical Hop Heaven.
I've had one even though I want seven, but only one can be tolerated these days.
I miss the days of chasing tequila with beer and building an alcoholic layer cake. I mean, I don't miss them a fracking shotglass sized ounce, but it would be nice to indulge in a few with my lover from time to time.
Alcohol is sexy you do understand. That's why so many college whores can be seen buying Plan B at a college campus CVS near you.
Tonight, sexy I well not be. But one beer is one better than my sweaty gym clothes and breastmilk puke hair of usual.