i have not posted about beer lately

and yet, i have much to say on the topic. here are my things to say on the topic, in bulletted list form:

BANG! My buddy Spu has discovered, through the grace of The Duchesse, that he likes sour beers. My other beer buddy, The Captain, is a huge fan of sour beers. Once the Captain gets back, I forsee some sour beer trips in Spu's future. Actually, I forsee such things this weekend without the Captain. We'll see.

BANG! I overhauled the pub last weekend. Bottled the remains of two kegged beers, cleaned the kegerator, brought beers into work for the coworkers, and prepped a pair of full half cornys for dispensing, which leads me to the next bullet...

BANG! The Fifth Commandment Belgian Stout will be fully aged on 8/2. I may tap one of the half cornys before then. It was brewed in February, with help from The Chef, in honor of the wedding anniversary of our parents. I will attempt to bring them into the presence of their beer at some point. The half corny is eminently transportable.

BANG! I have resolved to get back into the beer festival scene. There's one that looks rather crummy this weekend in Monterey. Now, it's got the fact that it's in Monterey going for it. I haven't been to Monterey too often, but it's always nice when I'm there. However, the lineup doesn't look great. The good news is that next weekend, there's an IPA festival at The Bistro in Hayward. Now, Hayward isn't Monterey, but The Bistro is a great pub, and I went to their Double IPA Festival earlier this year. Assuming the IPA fest is mathematically half as awesome as the DIPA fest, it should still be a pretty excellent festival. That should kick off and (probably end) my re-entrance into the scene.

BANG! Speaking of beer next week, as of today, the Chuchichäschtli beer has been dry hopping for one week. Next Wednesday I reckon I'll undergo the delayed pain of transferring it to a keg. Pain, that is, because I will most likely have to resort to extreme measures to get the hop bag out of the carboy. I knew that when I put it in, but that's the swell thing about delayed pain: you never know if you'll get lucky and not have to deal with it.

BANG! The Captain gave me a bottle of cherry wit that is even now chilling in my fridge, and will be ready for consumption this evening (comprising the entirety of my plans for this evening). Bowdler gave me some mead a couple weeks ago, which will also be consumed soon. I realized a moment ago that I hadn't assigned a nickname to Bowdler. Hopefully he is pleased with Bowdler.

BANG! Speaking of consuming beer, I'm not buying any liquor at all (to take home, that is) for the next month. I'm full up on beer. What that means, though, is that I'll be depleting my stores. My goal is to be totally empty by month's end. It seems a worthy challenge.