8,9,10,11...oh my

So what to do on a lazy Friday afternoon after getting a gut bomb of dim sum, go with the goat to the bar for a Skull Creek. Yummy. Later that evening I threw down the Horseshoe with the goat at the same bar we went to for lunch. Its nice to have a local place that the bar tenders know your name....or just the next step on my short road to the gutter. Beer 10 was a Blue Moon which went down as smoothly as the Hoegaarden, or like chalk. As for tonight, I "enjoyed" a Night Owl Pumpkin Ale, the last of the 22oz seasonals I purchased. I was surprised how much this beer tasted like pumpkin, if pumpkin tasted like shit. I really had to force those last drops...