Thirty One Flavors. And They All Taste Like Bourbon.

Jeepers, I almost forgot - a special little someone has a special little birthday today. It's been a fun beer, humor and indie rock fueled 17 year ride, Mike - and I'm glad the Swedes haven't lynched you yet (although they've certainly come close a time or two).



An eerie picture of the both of us up at the lake this past Friday night may set the stage for the next couple of decades: Out-of-doors, mind a million miles from work, cold and double-fisting. Have a good one, pal-o-mine.