Shit Magnet

Can you believe that I really don’t have much of anything interesting to chat about?

I’m pretty busy this week, now that I’m finally feeling better.  But nothing that I want to blog about just yet… we will see how things shake out I suppose.

I did have a few interesting emails on POF late Sunday night.

All the messages came in after I’d gone to sleep, but apparently, it appeared as though I was “online”.  So this dude kept sending messages, I guess he thought that I was ignoring him.

In one message he said “I love you, Kimberly”.

What the fuck?

So the next day I replied with “I think that you must have me confused with someone else.”

To which he replied “Kimberly is my ex, I was just trying to get your attention.”

Let me get this straight, this guy thinks that a good way to get a girl’s attention is by addressing her by his ex’s name?

Jeebus, it’s no wonder he’s still single.

I told him that it was just “bizarre”.

He apologized, said it was a mistake and he wouldn’t do it again, then said if I didn’t want to talk to him that he’d just move on.

I suggested that he move on, and not try the “Kimberly” thing with any other girl, because it will NEVER work.

Again, I wonder am I just a magnet for this crazy bullshit? 

One more thing….

Remember the dramatic emails I got from the exes fiancé a few weeks ago? 

Today, the ex, M, texts me and says “Now that everything has calmed down, T wants to know if you’re interested in make-up and skin care, and if she could add you to her Mary Kay mailing list.”

Fucking seriously?

I text back “Ummmm I kinda thought she hated me.”

Then he tells me that she never had a problem with me.

I just replied “M, she did have a problem with me.  She wrote an unkind, unprovoked email.  Now, that’s her thing.  But I don’t want drama and I don’t like it laid at my doorstep.  I love you as one of my dearest friends and I want you to be happy and I want the kids to be happy.  But it’s a little hard for me to act like it didn’t happen, especially when I didn’t deserve it.  And I’m allergic to Mary Kay make up anyway.”

Then he replied about T being harassed and his sister-in-law.

I told him that I was done talking about it.

Again, what is wrong with people? Why create drama and bullshit where there is none?  My life is too busy for that…

It Was a Good Weekend...

Bonjour!!

I hope that this Monday finds everyone well.  I am better, or getting better anyway! YAY! FINALLY!

I had a decent weekend.

Friday night, my neighbor AH and I headed down to the 50/50 art show at the Covington Artist’s Enterprise Center.

It was a really cool show, but I didn’t see anything that I needed to take home.  I’m looking forward to the next show, the concept was really brilliant.

50 artists, their works were all $50 apiece.

After we walked through the show, we headed to Keystone, I was wanting some mac-n-cheese!

I, again, got the Black Sabbath, which is mac-n-cheese with steak and mushrooms, it is delish.

I also had a Rivertown porter that I cannot recall the name of, it wasn’t the Rivertown Roebling, I’ve had that a few times before, it’s super yummy, but heavier than the one I had Friday night.

Anyway, I headed home early to get some sleep, as I intended to get up early to try to catch the sunrise and capture some photos.

The alarm went off at 615, I said “Fuck it”.

Then I had to pee.

Dammit.

So I got up to pee, stumbled around and decided that I need to not be a total slug and actually accomplish something on this lovely day.

So I threw on some clothes, a knit cap, a coat, grabbed the camera bag and headed out.

It was a chilly 31 degrees as I arrived at the riverside.

I snapped a few pre-rise photos of the Roebling.  Then ventured on down the bank and got more photos as I waited.

And waited.

The sun finally came up, but behind heavy clouds, total bummer.

Pre-rise Roebling.

While I was snapping photos, there was a man also taking photos, but he was up on the paved area, I had walked down the gravel beach area.

I kept one eye on him.

I didn’t feel like getting murdered.

I formulated contingency plans in my mind.

First, if he did happen to be a serial killer, I’d scream… like a fucking banshee.  And then, I’d run.

Now, we all know that I’m not TrippyBeth for no good reason.  So, I’d probably fall.

And we all know that’s when the serial killer gets you.  So then I’d have to land a forceful kick to his balls.

If that didn’t work and he rolled me over onto my back, I’d poke him right in the eye, like they tell you to do sharks.  I mean it should work with any predator, right?

The whole time I’d continue with my banshee wailing.

I’m hoping he’d think that I was more trouble than I’m worth.

If that didn’t work, I’d put 2 fingers right up his nose and start pulling… NO ONE could take that.

All the photo taking and the battle with the imaginary serial killer, wore me out! I headed home and took a nap!

After my nap, I got my shit together and headed down to Asylum Tattoo for some new ink!

I’ve been itching for a new tattoo for a minute now, but the craving got pretty strong the last few days.

I couldn’t get appointments with Kevin or Dustin.  But I follow another artist, Joe Nickley (www.facebook.com/joe.nickley), and I’ve really admired his work.

So I messaged him and asked if he could do me on Saturday.

I got a Saturday afternoon appointment, it was perfect timing!

Joe gave me a fantastic brightly colored hummingbird!  It looks awesome right below my peach blossoms!

We were both super stoked with the outcome!

The stencil.

The black outline.

Joe hard at work.

Under the needle!

The finished work!

I chose a hummingbird because they are love charms, in some cultures; they actually wear dead hummingbirds in bags around their necks!

I would never go that far… but hopefully this guy will bring me some luck in the love department!

Saturday night, I laid low, played with photos and was hungry.

Sunday morning I finally got out of bed, got it together and took a little road trip along the Ohio River to get some photos.

I stopped under a bridge, at St.Anne’s Convent and at a little country church and cemetery.  I got some pretty good shots, which I’m pretty happy with!

St. Anne's... see more photos here.

Then I got some groceries, not a moment too soon!

Got home, edited photos, and worked on a couple of art projects.

It was a good weekend.

Let’s hope that the week ahead is good as well!

CryBaby..

I cried.

Two nights ago, as I was watching “My 600 Pound Life”.  I didn’t cry for the 600 pounder, I cried for me.

Not because I’m 600#, thank Christ.

But I cried because the 600#er found love.

Now, don’t get me wrong, almost everyone deserves love, no matter their size.

But, I thought, here I am, mostly functional, average size, average looks, fairly intelligent, fun (so I’m told)… yet, love eludes me.

So I cried.

I am not a person who cries very much.  If you’ve seen me cry, I was either despondent or seriously pissed off.

I suppose it’s good to cry now and then, or so I’m told. I didn’t cry for long, and never got to the smothering puppies stage.

But, I’m past that now.

Floating Down a River of Denial

Sometimes we affect people and we don’t even know it.  You could be a positive influence or a negative influence, without even trying, or noticing.

I walk through my life thinking that I really have no impact on anything or anyone.  I just live, the best way that I know how.

Yesterday I was really touched, and not in a pervy way.

I have a friend, via the interwebs, that wrote something on his blog about me, something very, very sweet.  It brought tears to my eyes.

By just being, honest, fucked up, put-it-all-out-there me, I have been a positive influence in his life.

I had no idea.

Now I feel responsible, if he goes off the rail, is it going to be my fault?  Unlikely, but there is some responsibility in being an influence.

Sigh, I’ll try to live up to expectations.

Can I tell you something that I hate?

I hate being wrong.  I know that I’m not alone in this; I mean who wants to be wrong?  Not TrippyBeth, that’s for-fucking-sure.

Sometimes, someone that loves you and is very close to you can point out some things to you that you may not want to see, or if you see them, you may not want to acknowledge them.

I’d like to be the Queen of Denial, BUT… SL won’t let me.

Basically, he says that it’s my own fault that I am not “in a relationship”.  That certain behaviors are providing road blocks to my romantical success.

Maybe I need some intense therapy…

I think that I am really going to focus on making myself more open to it…

I know, I know, I said the other day that I was opening myself up to the universe.

Well, maybe I wasn’t doing that.

Today, I’m going to start, with a better attitude, some meditation, and truly opening myself up.

We will see how that works out.

Any advice???

100 Years...

100 years.

I was once married for 100 years. 94.7 of those years were pretty bad.  But I survived, and might even say that I’m the better or more damaged person for it.

100 years can be bad.

On the flip side, 100 years can be pretty fucking awesome.

I have a handful of girlfriends that I have been friends with for 100 years.  These are the most awesome girls that you could have the pleasure of meeting, not to mention getting to know.

5 of us now live in, relatively, the same area.  City girls now, that grew up in a hick town.  I can’t see any of us returning to hickdom, at least not anytime soon.

We try to get together every month or two, which isn’t without its bumps.  To get all 5 of us together is HARD!

Last night 4 of us made it!  It’s always so good and so comfortable to be together.  They are the sisters I never had.

I am very lucky.

Last night we had sushi, a little sake, got caught up, laughed, hugged…

It was good.

Everyone should be so fortunate.

Accepting Dead Frogs

Relationships…

I want one.

I don’t want one.

I’m ready to jump in.

I’m scared to fucking death.

It’s like everyone is always playing hot potato with relationships…

“Come on throw it to me!”

“Ouch, fuck, here you take it back!”

I really think that I’m in the place now to accept a relationship if it is presented to me.

I am craving some comfort, some dependability and some intimacy on the regular.  Is that too much for a girl to ask for?

Those are things that I’ve NEVER really had.  In my one LTR I didn’t have comfort or dependability.  I never knew from day to day what things were going to be like; it was like perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I think that situation has made me gun shy.

“And you can’t run the minute something doesn’t go right” said M as we discussed a romantical prospect for me.

Intellectually, I know and understand this.  No one wants to be the runaway girlfriend.  But I take every hiccup and bump in the road to be a sign of worse things to come.  Again, I know this doesn’t have to automatically be the case. 

Working through the hiccups makes relationships stronger, right?

Anyway, I’m ready…

TrippyBeth is opening herself up to the universe.

There has to be one good guy out there:

who thinks that my quirks are endearing

who tolerates my obsessions

who loves my backrubs

who enjoys a neck nuzzle

who will wake me when I hit the snooze too many times

who will call me for no reason

who will traipse around in the cold with me to take photos

who will take road trips

who will want to do various family things

who will bring me tea when I’m sick

who will have a hearty appetite when I’m cooking

who will lay their head in my lap when we watch TV

That’s the short list.

Now, for a short rant on dating sites.

Well it’s not the sites in particular that I have an issue with or men in general.  It’s just SOME men, and these men COULD be perfectly good guys… but what I take issue with is the screen names that the select.  I’m not sure if they think that the names are sexy and enticing or that they really are pervy.

Last night I get a notice that “Lickyyou” wants to meet me.

Really dude? THAT’S the name you choose?

It seems like all of the pervy screen names are various combinations of “lick”  and “69”. 

Kudos for originality guys…

Moving on.

Sexual enchantment.

One of my BFFs said to me the other night “You have always given off ‘Sexy Vibes’ as I call them, not every woman can pull that off. I think that you are blind to your sex appeal.”  When we were chatting about my romantical prospects.

Before I continue, I love this girl with all my heart and we have been BFFs for more years than I will admit to.

I’m not sure I even know what a “sexy vibe” is.

I am not the most beautiful girl (Cire Bron concurs) I don’t have the best body, I’m chubby, I’m awkward and clumsy... I’m not sure how any of that could be considered sexy in any reality.  But I’ll take it.

I once had a guy friend tell me that I put off a “fuck me” vibe.

WHOA, what? 

“Some girls do” he said.

Interesting.  I really don’t even know what to say about it.  Which is weird, I know.

Apparently, last night, I did not plug my iPhone in to charge, which ordinarily shouldn’t be a problem to most people.

However, I use my phone for my alarm.

I awoke this morning to a cat purring in my ear and sunlight streaming in through the window shades.

“FUCK”

I roll over, grab my phone…

DEAD as a fucking frog.

So, I just lay there for a minute, thinking I’m going to be late and I have things to do after work.

I pluck the TV remote from my nightstand, flip on the TV, and guess what???

I WOKE UP ON TIME!!!

THAT NEVER HAPPENS!

I even had time to wash my hair and put on lipstick, it’s going to be a good day bitches!!!

I did get some good photos this weekend, head on over to my other blog and have a look J.

Reflections Upon My Reality

Enumerate Your Fortunes.

I swear on everything that is holy, it is taking every bit of wherewithal that I have in my dark soul to keep from punching OMG girl right in the eye.

I started today in a really great mood.  My Valentine’s Day, unexpectedly, turned out to be GREAT.

So, I come in to work with a cheery disposition.

The morning passes, we are laughing and joking, it’s a good day at the office.

Talk turns to current music and if music from our particular eras will be played over the sound system when we are in nursing homes.

“And a fat ass J, some bubonic chronic, it made me choke”

So OMG girl says “And what about all the saggy tattoos hehehehehe.”

I say nothing, biting my tongue.  The comment was OBVIOUSLY directed at me as I’m the only tattooed person in the office.

Then, she has the audacity to get up out of her cube, walk back to my desk and say “Do you ever think about what that koi is going to look like when you’re old?  And sleeves? Geez.”

When it’s right in my face, I can’t NOT respond.

“If I didn’t have any tattoos, I wouldn’t spend any fucking time worrying about it.” That was verbatim.

I followed that with my best “go fuck yourself” look.

I never say to her “Do you ever worry about what your unfortunate dental situation is going to look like as you get older?”

NEVER.  Even though I’ve, obviously, thought about it.  I don’t need to do that shit to feel good about myself.  I only do those things when attacked. Normally I’m as docile as a house cat… purring and content.

And do I honestly give a flying fuck what my tattoos will look like when I’m exiled to a nursing home?

Uuuuummmm hell no.

If I live that long, and I’ve always felt like I wouldn’t live to a ripe old age, I’ll just be happy to be alive, or unhappy depending on the situation.

I think this is beautiful.

Why do people have to be such huge assholes?

The Perfect Valentine's Card

Thank you Vigilarius!!!!

An ENFP Valentine

Well… guess what?

I actually got something for Valentine’s day, and it wasn’t a stoning!

Flowers from my dear friend JC.  It’s amazing how a little flora can really brighten someone’s day!!

AND, I got a box of candy from my Dad.

So, maybe I’m loved after all.

I have 2 other things of mediocre interest to share.

First this photo.

Who says I’m not good girlfriend material? I mean look at that sandwich, it is glorious!!

Second… I took the Keirsey Temperment Sorter Test.  I’ve taken it before and I don’t think that I received these results.

I am an ENFP, which stands for Extraversion, Intuition, Feelings and Perception.

Interesting.

Apparently I am inspiring and a barrel full of fun!

“They energize and stimulate others through their contagious enthusiasm.”

“They bring zest, joy, liveliness, and fun to all aspects of their lives.”

Here is the rest of the Wikipedia assessment of the ENFP Personality.

Look at me, will ya?

Here is the link to take the test yourself, let me know how you score.

And, finally, I leave all those who, like me do not have a warm partner to give their sugar to, a cyber-kiss!!

Emotional Valentine's Captive

“It’s Valentine’s Day, why aren’t you wearing red?”

This is what I’m greeted with when I walk in the office this morning.

First of all… look at me; I do not look good in red.  I know this.

Second, why should I wear red to celebrate a holiday honoring martyrdom and persecution?

Just kidding.

I said I forgot.

So… planning a murder in my head makes it pre-meditated, right?

That makes bashing out the brains of the OMG girl who says yesterday “Beth sounds like she’s going through puberty” is out of the question.

I wouldn’t last one minute in jail, this I know too.

But if I think about it really hard, I can come up with a plan.

I would find out who was the biggest asshole in the whole joint.  And I would shank them.  That way I would cultivate the fear and admiration of the rest of the convicts and my remaining time would be pleasant… well as pleasant as prison could be.

But then, I remember that I am not a bad ass.

So, my second idea is to go totally batshit crazy and get thrown into solitary, that way I wouldn’t have to become anyone’s bitch.  I’m pretty sure I’d be no good at that, then I’d get shanked, and I can’t have any of that.

Obviously, I’ve over-thought this.  It’s what I do.  I haven’t even broken any major laws that would get me thrown in the pokey.  But, I’ve watched LifeTime movies; I know bad shit can happen to innocent people, so it’s always good to have a plan.

I am nothing without plans.

I have spent my Valentine’s Day morning contemplating what I’d do if wrongfully convicted and thrown in jail.

What does that say about me?

Aside from the obvious, I don’t have a Valentine of my own…

It could say that I over think things.  Which isn’t untrue.  Don’t I have enough things to think about that actually matter?  Things that are important?

Yes, I do, but I prefer not to think about those things.

“I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow” so eloquently spoken by Scarlett O’Hara.

This is the last I’ll post on Valentine’s Day until 2014. Unless, of course, something really awesome happens for me between now and midnight,  I’m not going to hold my breath though.

In honor of VD, I’d like to talk for a minute about emotional un-availability.

I’m aware of what it means, I think I’ve suffered from it in the past, but I didn’t know, or recognize the fact.

The reason I bring it up, I hear from someone that I have seen in the past.  We never “dated exclusively” but went out a few times and had fun, he’s a great, good looking, employed, normal kinda guy.  Things just never went anywhere, I don’t know why.

Maybe I was emotionally un-available?

Anyway, he says he wants to see me a couple of weeks ago, while I was firmly locked in the throes of pleurisy.  I asked for a rain check.

We chat again about a week later.  He reiterates that he wants to see me.  I am not opposed to this.

“So, what are you thinking? Is this a date or just a hook up situation?” I ask.  Don’t get me wrong, I have no moral opposition to this, I just like to know what I’m getting into.

His reply “I’m emotionally un-available right now.”

What the actual fuck?

“So you’re saying you just want to hook up?”

“I just want to be hedonistic, treat women the way they’ve treated me.”

I’m not sure what has happened to him.  I tried to reassure him that not all women are cheating, lying hos, he was having none of it.  Something shitty definitely happened to him.

Fundamentally, I am in favor of hedonism, but I didn’t jump on this particular debauchery train.

Maybe I’m holding out for emotion.  Could TrippyBeth be growing up?!?!

Say it isn’t so!

Have a glorious VD my friends!! Give someone a flower, it’ll make their day!!

Save Me From Myself!!

Well I just came to the cold, hard realization that I’ve been sick for far too long.

How did I come to this realization, you might ask?

Well, aside from simply counting the calendar days, it was my own behavior.

Normally, there are things in life that don’t even register on my radar.  This particular event that happened on my drive home is one of those things.

I am taking the short journey from the office to my apartment.  It’s a simple drive, usually no traffic issues; I just get in my lane and drive.

Today there is a police car in the lane next to me, no biggie; I wasn’t breaking any laws, so I continued driving.

Then…

I see the police car dart from one lane into the other WITHOUT SIGNALING.

I get all steamed!

“Does this guy think that he’s ABOVE THE LAW! Hhhmmpphhh! That’s the PoPo for ya!”

Then, when I arrived at the next stoplight I thought:

“Wow, I’m really becoming a bitch.”

Usually I could  give a fuck as long as he didn’t cause me to wreck I wouldn’t even think twice about it.  I mean it’s not like he’s murdering hookers.

Sheesh, I feel like all of my nerves are unsheathed and just raw!!

So if you cross my path and I’m nasty or judgy, please take into consideration the amount of mucus my upper body is producing, it is severely impacting my usual jovial personality, and not in a good way!

SNOT BE DAMNED!!

TrippyBeth of Arc

“When you believe in things that you don’t understand”

I’m back!

I have been majorly beshittified!

Bronchitis can bite the big one!

Today was the first day I’ve left my apartment since THURSDAY!  I know, I’m a slug.

But I was not fit company for anyone.

I am still struggling to get my shit together.

In two days it’s Valentine’s Day!

The most favorite holiday of single girls the world over.

I have gotten Valentine gifts in the past.

I once had a guy drive over an hour to hand deliver a dozen roses, which was ridiculously sweet.

I once got cupcakes from someone who said “It’s really hard to by a Valentine gift for someone who doesn’t like chocolate.”   He ate half of the cupcakes and I took the rest to the office.  But it was the thought that counted.

I take Valentine’s Day somewhat seriously, I mean, it’s not like Sweetest Day, which everyone knows is a bullshit holiday.

Of course, I suppose I take it more seriously when I’m actually involved with someone.

The manner, in which I’ll take it seriously this year, is that I won’t get drunk or make bad decisions based on the aforementioned drunkenness.  

It seems that, historically, Valentine’s (the name) were Christian martyrs.  Hhhmmmm... Now, it’s evolved to become a holiday where people feel forced to demonstrate gestures of LOVE.  And, they really only count if they’re done in a way that others can witness.  That’s a far cry from Love Martyrdom.  I suppose that if the holiday had evolved in that direction, it wouldn’t be too popular.

Who would want to be the Joan of Arc of love?

We’ve all done some crazy things in relationships, I won’t regale you with a summary of them, just suffice it to say, I’m not always as smart as I look.

However, I haven’t done anything that was being Burnt-at-the-stake worthy.  At least I don’t think so.

On second thought, don’t ask any of my exes.

Maybe I’ll just be grouchy on Thursday “I hate Valentine’s Day, it’s so stupid, you people are really celebrating martyrdom and persecution!”

Yeah, only people who have no one to celebrate with hate Valentine ’s Day with such passion.  Well, and those that are in a relationship with someone that they despise.  Either way, it’s borderline pathetic.

I think I’ll celebrate Valentine’s Day by loving myself.

And I don’t exactly mean in a Billy Idol “Dancing with Myself” kind of way.

I have 2 days to over-think it…

I’ll keep you posted.

I, obviously, didn't create this, it's from a male perspective.  But I can relate to a lot of it.

The Devil is in the Details

"Don't walk with the Devil if you can't run with him too."

Chemistry.

It seems to be what all of us that are out there in the dating world is looking for… the chemical reaction that will set our hearts and pants afire.

Is it real?  Can science explain it?  Is it imagined? 

I am one of those lonely singles out there hoping on every first date that I will feel a spark.  Then on top of that is the anticipation that someone will, in return, feel a twinkle for me.

There are brain chemicals that we all know of, serotonin, norepinepherine and dopamine that bathe our brains influencing all our actions, reactions, emotions and whatever nuttiness we may possess.  Throw in a handful of estrogen or testosterone and you could have the Manhattan Project going on right there in your own body! I’m not even going to mention endorphins, holy hell!

So, to avoid having a “Little Boy” dropped on my personal Hiroshima, I try to recognize the little arcs of attraction.

And it goes beyond something physical.

Of course, the person has to “attract” me… but that’s not a certain look or physical quality.  I can be attracted to all different sorts of men.  For me it’s definitely the personality + their physicality.  And I’m sure that’s true for most people.  Maybe some people put a little more weight on one over the other, but that’s got to be the basic equation.

But what remains a mystery to me about chemistry is…

I can be getting to know someone via, emails, text, phone calls and it can be fun, flirty and flow really well.

Then we actually meet.

I feel NOTHING.  Not that meeting someone can’t be pleasant, we can laugh, exchange stories and get on quite well.

Yet, you know this is the only time you will ever see one another.

It’s not that he’s unattractive, that he has weird tics, that he has a bizarre highly pitched voice… he’s a normal guy… that makes me feel nothing.

It’s disappointing.

And I think that the thing that bothers me the most, when I’m over-analyzing, is the fact that all of my experimental results are based on flawed chemistry.

TrippyBeth’s brain has a little abnormal chemistry.  So, it doesn’t react as expected to certain stimuli. 

That makes it impossible to even theorize what the results could be!

Flawed chemical make up + known stimulus = unpredictable outcome.

But, isn’t that what love is? Unpredictable…

Here’s a look at the brain and love if you have some time to kill: http://people.howstuffworks.com/love6.htm

Let me say, before moving on, I do not expect love-at-first-sight.  I’m not 15.  The idea of it does sound nice… If it was mutual, of course.

But does it even, really, ever happen??  Or is it just lust with a side of rushing brain chemicals?  Yea, that’s probably it… but it would feel good I think.

Anyway.

I had some yummy pad thai last night at Amerasia in Covington.  I’m embarrassed to say that I’ve never been there before and I only live like a mile away!

Pre-dinner me (with no filters Cire Bron!! HA!)

Their beer selection was BANGIN!  They have their entire 100+ bottled beer selection listed in a spiral notebook with in-depth descriptions of each beer.

I had this Belgian Ale that has cherries and cherry juice added, Kasteel Rouge.

I love trying new beers and Belgian ales are usually a pretty good bet.  The beer was dark with a tint of red from the cherries.  Almost the color of a dark pool of blood.  It looked quite lovely with its small head in the snifter glass.

The first thing I did, as with most anything I eat or drink, was to breathe in its aroma.

I could smell its sweetness and the faint aroma of cherries that was pleasant and not overwhelming.

The first sip I wasn’t quite sure about, it reminded me of something that I couldn’t put my finger (or tongue) on.  But, after the second and third sips, I became a fan.

This beer is sweet and a little tart, if you don’t like sweet, you will not be a fan.  But, I have to say that it’s not TOO sweet at all.

It isn’t a beer that I’d likely drink more than one or possibly two of, but it was tasty and a departure from the beers I usually drink.

So, if you’re out and about and you’re adventurous, give it a try… let me know what you think!

I leave you with a photo of Lucy... wearing my panties.  I'm convinced she's trying to assume my identity.  If my posts start to become rants about squirrels and cheap canned catfood, you'll know that it's happened!