99 Bottles Of Un-Filtered Goodness On The Wall
I go through favorite beer phases, as I’m sure everyone else does. I’m over my Stella kick, and am now too far from Worcester to regularly find Wachusett ale on tap. So my new obsession is Harpoon’s UFO.
Beer, as with music, I connect with great people, places and memories in my life. The first time I had Harpoon’s UFO was the day that we moved in to our current place. It was a frigid day at the end of December about 2 days before Christmas. My unbelievably tolerant family had helped us haul furniture all day, and just as we had finished unloading the U-Haul it became stuck in the snowy driveway. About two hours later, and with the help of many kind neighbors, we got the truck out into the street and headed to the nearest restaurant for a burger and a DRINK.
My brother-in-law ordered a UFO and let me have a sip. I was instantly in love. But it very well was because I was thawing in a warm restaurant, exhausted and sweaty, and surrounded by the greatest people on earth. You truly know the people who love you the most - they are the ones who help you move. And to all of those very very GOOD people on both sides of our family who have helped us move four times in four years, I raise my bottle of UFO to you.
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October 2nd, 2008 at 2:00 pm
is this the end of verbal intent as we know it? i don’t feel fine …