Friday is my most favoritest day of the week, mainly because it means I get to go to bed feeling drunk the same as everyone else is doing…as opposed to going to bed drunk like most unemployed people do Sunday through Thursday.
Tomorrow’s Friday has another reason to be excited. There happens to be a break in the riveting World Series match-up between the St. Louis Cardinals and the Texas Rangers (snore….) so we decided to dust off the ‘ol Peavey and get some live music in the joint. We’ve got this Mug Club member. His name is Ian and from what I understand he sounds like a young Donovan, but without the references to psychedelics and over-the-ear sideburns.
If you’re in the mood for a little live music and local beer tomorrow night, Ian his bandmates (I had a good name for them but it promptly left my memory) will be playing at about 7:30. Seating may be a little limited so we suggest washing your hair with your best smelling shampoo and getting here a little early.
The shampoo thing really helps.
Keeping on with the subject matter of music, I’ve been nagged repeatedly about a lot of things over the past few months…but perhaps none more persistent than the hosting of an open mic night here at the brewery. So last week after a couple of pints of Alpha Madness and about a solid hour of propositioning, I finally succumbed to the idea.
And you can’t help but to think the dog feels awkward as well.
So no, I won’t be participating…even though throughout my frequent lengthy drives into the brewery I’ve perfected my own rendition of Color Me Badd. Unfortunately I just don’t think I can manage to sculpt my eyebrows sexy enough to pull it off. Sorry ladies.
If you’re wanting to play, it’s sure to be a great time. Swing into the brewery and ask one of our beertenders for the sign-up sheet.
Continuing with the good times, next Saturday we have ourselves a little Halloweenish event. From about 7-9pm we’ll be operating a fright photobooth in the lobby of the brewery. Gather up a few friends and an act as completely scared witless as you possibly can. We’ll snap a pic and get you a copy. Bring costumes if you want. Then whaddya say at 9pm we then throw on the classic movie “Psycho” and drink us some $10 pitchers? We might even grab a gigantic pumpkin and have a contest to guess it’s weight.
Point being, we’ll have ourselves a little bit of a time on Saturday. On top of everything else, we’ll be rolling out of the items from our new menu next week…so you’ll have the opportunity to try some new delectables.
Assuming you are familiar with much of the scawlings I’ve logged over the last couple of years, you are well aware that I tend to not dirty my hands with such things as gratuitous self-promotions and the like (that was a lesson in sarcasm), but we do have one new menu item I’d like to tease you with. I’m currently calling it the All Grain No Pain Patty. It’s a vegan (unless you opt for cheese) burger patty we’ve developed with spent brewing grains from our Postal Porter, some garbanzos, onion, garlic, molasses and some other ingredients listed top-secret. If you’ve grown tired of the Garbanzo Burger (I know I have) than this will be a very welcome change to the menu.
Texture, taste, and some other positively descriptive word that begins with a T. We’ll be rolling these out next week and I strongly suggest, even if you’re a meat-head, you give it a try. If you are a skeptical meat-head you could probably have your server throw a couple of slices of peppered bacon and some swiss cheese on it.
And we’d be cool with that. Whatever floats your boat, gets your goose or tickles your pickle.
I’m about ready to take a breather, so let’s just call it quits for this week. I’m squaring my jaw, furrowing my brow and staring down Friday right in it’s eyes. That’s right…live music will be jammed to and drinks will be drunk tomorrow night. For the gainfully employed and coach-surfers alike.