Nitro Balls

God I love those little plastic balls they put in cans of Beamish and Guinness that release carbonation into the drink! Incidentally, the can of Beamish I'm drinking calls it a "floating widget." I guess that's a technical term. When you open a can, the change in pressure causes the carbonation to come spewing out of the floating widget. I love the noise those things make. It sounds like the distant chirping of a bird...or more appropriately, it sounds like the chirping a panicking bird would make if you held it's head just below water level in a bird bath. Hmm, now I don't enjoy it quite so much.

Enough about nitro balls...

Jeez have we got a lot of stout to drink around the house. Now, don't get me wrong. I enjoy stouts. But I also enjoy other styles. We've got so many dang stouts lurking about, I don't think we have any room for other beers. I guess that's a good problem to have, huh? If I'd get off my ass and drink a few and stop bitching about it I could solve my own problem.

Due to some principles that got in the way of a good time, Kris and I aren't going to Winterfest this year. I just didn't enjoy it all that much last year. I don't know what exactly it was, but the location didn't do much for me and I thought there was too much emphasis on food and music. I hope I don't regret it. If we can get a few friends together to go bar hopping, then I don't think I will. The current hope is that we can rent a limo or bus to haul our drunk butts around. None of us are ambitious (or stupid) enough to even ask if the Pedal Pub is available. Maybe this summer...