Nate's Beer #38

So Sunday night I was sitting around watching tv when I realized that I hadn't had my beer for the day. So even though it was already fifteen past ten I cracked open a Bridgeport Blue Heron pale ale and kept my streak alive. I wasn't really in a beer drinking mood so I didn't finish it until a little after 11.
The beer itself was pretty easy drinking. I may have to try it again out on the disc golf course.

Holy shit, beer #39

Yesterday I had another Halo, and then moved on to the couple Bridgeport Blue Heron's that I had chilling in the fridge. And I watched the cougs beat the huskies, which was out-fuckin-standing. The only downer was that I have been so exhausted that I fell asleep at half time to be awakened in the 2nd half by one of my cats spewing puke in the middle of our new carpet. We had no carpet cleaner, but after I cleaned up the chunks and puddles, Abby got the miracle solution from our friend Amy, and a little vinegar and water later, the carpet was saved (I hope). After that, I finished watching the cougs win, but didn't have the stomach or enthusiasum to finish the 2nd Blue Heron. I tried, after a few big swallows, it went down the drain. Fucking cat.