Thank God these brave souls are out there, on this cold Easter Sunday, to drink our beer.
This is the best way to have a honeymoon, in my opinion. With friends, and the gal you love. Having fun, eating pizza, listening to music, and drinking lots of beer.
But only if you’re off work tomorrow…
which we are…
Hello.
I’m breaking the standard Sunday haiku tradition to point out an enormous issue plaguing myself and my lovely wife in our first full day of married bliss.
No, not that kind of problem. There are pills for that…
No, the issue at hand today is this.
Delicious beer. Microbrewed in Knoxville, Tennessee, with perfect fermentation, and a stout hardiness that belies its “get you tore back” alcohol content.
I’ve never in my life had a problem with delicious beer, until this…
30 gallons of it. Now, the keg with the rag on it is pretty floated, but that bad boy on the left? Oh, its chock full of that hearty goodness that is in the cup next to my right arm.
With a party pump installed.
Problem is, this lets evil oxygen, that bane of beer’s very existence, into the keg, destroying it with its bacteria and foul foulness.
This beer needs to be drunk, people. If theres ever been a call to action, its a call to all stiff necked, strong backed men and women of grit to come down here, and drink this beer.
Happy Easter.
Two cases of wine
48 cans of soda
100(?) dinners
10 basket light threads
4 kickass red light columns
5 hours setup
30 mixed CDs
6 decorated tables
4 fancy outfits
We did this ourselves
Cause we make a damn good team
Just like best friends do
Hired catering
Had a friend make awesome cakes
Hired a great band
Rings on our fingers
Big grins on our faces
And love in our hearts
I love you, my Bell
I love this sweet little life
And our family
When the music stopped
The “cleaning crew” stuck around
We cleaned up and mopped
Loaded up the car
Two keg, ladders, bench
She picked up Wendys
I carried her in
We ate (first time since breakfast)
And we were married