Making noise in the blogosphere with beer.
I love Thanksgiving. Every year I wake up early and run a 5K Turkey Trot with a bunch of other equally demented fleece clad trotters. It's my favorite day in Autumn, even though by mile 2, when my breath is short and I just got passed by another 10 year old in roller sneakers, I usual wonder why I thought that it was such a great idea in the first place. In reality, I'm just happy when I can stay ahead of the under medicated middle aged guy dressed like a giant turkey. One of my brothers and his wife host the big dinner that afternoon, so after I catch my breath, my only responsibility for the rest of the day is to provide the liquid libations. The beauty of this arrangement is that I can take care of my contribution days before and spend the actual holiday enjoying a drink or two. I know that some people freak out over finding the perfect wine or beer to serve with their diverse Thanksgiving menu, but not me.
I don't care I've figured out a trick or two. (continue reading)