Once there, I saw my buddy, Steve, the bar's general manager, looking somewhat haggard. Now because males are not hugely empathetic creatures by nature, particularly with other men (though we will convincingly fake it for women), I simply looked at him and said, "You sick?" while I was actually thinking, "So, what should I start with?"
No, as it turns out, he was simply tired because he and a few of the ladies had spend hours prior to that getting the bar's Christmas decorations up. "Oh yeah?" I said, still pondering my opening beer selection, "Where?"
Shooting me that "If we were in a back alley, I would beat you to death" look, he simply pointed up. Because I'm excellent at following simple directions without the use of GPS, I looked up. Well, sonuvagun, if there wasn't little green bells and colourful tinsel and other Christmas-y stuff up there. Very festive. Unfortunately, it was also about two feet north of the bar taps so well out of my sight-line. Of course, I would like to say the story ends there. But it doesn't simply because it became my Christmas Story for 2015.
My little "butt plug" Christmas tree. I promised wee Cara that I would make this my actual Christmas tree. I did. There's no rules at Donny's Bar and Grill |
Within minutes, young Cara, a wide-eyed, pretty pixie of a girl, came out and said all-too-happily, "Did you see the butt plugs?" I had no idea what she was talking about so off she hopped into the kitchen before returning with the deep blue, cone-shaped, tree-like Christmas ornament you see in this picture. "Here you go," she said, enthusiastically presenting me with one. Well, as it turns out, when they were putting up the festive decorations, one of the ladies jokingly referred to this ornament as a butt plug. Seeing that made Steve wince, well, of course, they all piled on, debasing that poor little ornament. "I thought they'd get tired of saying it before I got tired of hearing it," sighed Steve. "I was wrong." I once worked in a municipal politics office with just me and 15 women between the ages of 30 and 55 so I feel ya, bro. The things I heard from that group of raunchy ladies? Well, I can't even go there. A therapist would, no doubt, tell me to let it go, that it's only words. Dark, disturbing, twisted words. Eventually, Steve had heard enough and the ornament was relegated to the storage room, never to be seen again. So I happily took mine and told Cara that I would make it this year's Christmas tree.
Just when I thought I couldn't be more screwed, Santa Claus ups the ante. Rat bastard, I hate you! |
That seemed to delight her. Except in one of those all-too-frequent male moments, I decided to carry everything in from the car at once (rather than make two trips) when I got home and butt plug Christmas tree, tucked under my arm, slipped and went one-on-one with the pavement. It lost that battle, shattering into a million pieces. That lead to perhaps the strangest message I've ever sent when I texted Steve instantly and said, "My butt plug Christmas tree hit the ground and broke. Don't tell Cara! I promised her I would use it as my Christmas tree. Can I get another?" If the NSA is monitoring my texts, they must think I'm one sick son of a bitch. (But for their sake, I do try to keep things entertaining.) So, as if by magic, another showed up in front of me the next night at the bar. Cara saw it eventually and said, "Are you carrying that around with you?" I replied, "Oh yeah, it's my touchstone." I have no idea what a touchstone is but it sounds like an Oprah word and it seemed to work so...
This is the beer that launched me right onto Instagram - Life Sentence IIIPA, a hop bomb created by Great Lakes and Amsterdam Breweries. Hot damn, this was 12 kinds of delicious. And deadly. |
Since this is supposed to be about beer, not festive fun (although they do go hand-in-hand... or perhaps hand to mouth), here's a beer story that has an Instagram twist. My co-worker, Jay-Dawg, has been pushing me to go on Instagram for a while. "I think most of my beer purchases are based on the cool pictures the craft breweries post," he noted, cinching the deal. So I created my Instagram account. At one point, it asked me if I wanted to follow my Facebook friends with Instagram accounts, I clicked yes because that seems easiest. "The path of least resistance" has always been my credo. At that exact second, phones around the world were beeping. Jay said he was with a group of friends and all their phones beeped at the same time. Looking at it, he chuckled to the others, "Well, Donny's finally on Instagram."
But being a noob, I was uncertain how to use it. I finally gave it a test-run the same night Rib Eye Jack's got their keg of the Great Lakes/Amsterdam Brewing's collaborative Life Sentence Triple IPA.
A Mill Street Brewing employee puts the final touches on their super-sweet Keg Christmas Tree at the popular brewpub. It's beginning to taste a lot like Christmas... |
So how was that Life Sentence IIIPA? It was a 10%, 100-plus IBU (international bitterness units) car bomb, though not in that Northern Ireland way... in the good way.
Finally!! I actually managed to find beer technician Kylie and GM Steve an IPA they've never had for Christmas! That's a lot like finding a unicorn. It just doesn't happen! |
That fat bastard finally gets it right. And you know what, Santa? I was on the Naughty List by January 2nd at the latest so I was gonna do this anyways... |
By the end, that beer was whispering in my ear, "You know what would be fun? You should drunk-text that old flame you still carry a torch for and tell her what a great kisser the girlfriend after her was! Do it! She'll think it's funny!" So like I said, dangerously delicious. But while that keg is now Magellan (history), Steve managed to pop a couple more cans of it into my Christmas stocking, as well as a big-ass bottle of Great Lakes Brewing's The Imperial Bout Vanilla Bean Coffee Porter. Plus I have some goodies from returning student and total sweetie Sassy Cassy straight from Thunder Bay's Sleeping Giant Brewing - their Beaver Duck American Pale Ale as well as their delicious Vanilla Coffee Porter (had it and reviewed it last Christmas, courtesy of Cassy). So lots of Christmas cheer coming! But I have to clean this place before my boy lands here today. And as I was emptying out the dirt container on my vacuum cleaner, it dawned on me. I had become the vacuum cleaner! (Deep Thoughts by Donny.) So Merry Christmas, guys and dolls, because that's it, that's all and I am outta here! Until next time, I remain...
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