Choosing your favorite beer style
So I was perusing BeerAdvocate today and I saw an interesting comment: "Choosing your favorite beer style is like choosing your favorite child from amongst your brood... you love each one for it's unique characteristics."
I thought that was really funny because it's so true. I was actually talking to Erik about that the other day. I can't decide what I really like the best. Sometimes you really want a nice hearty stout and other times you want something that's lighter but not a Natural Ice. You obviously aren't going to grab for a Bud, so you have to go and get an IPA. Simple solution, but what's better? I love all my children equally... from my first porter to my London Ale to my three legged cat. :)
Thank GOD it's Friday. Tonight Laura and I are finally going to sign up for the new gym that's around our place. So that'll be nice to finally have a place to go and work out. We're also going to clean up the hell hole that is our apartment. It's so gross right now. There are clothes and dishes all over... nasty. But that shouldn't take that long. Maybe I'll even have the drive to bring out the vacuum. Wouldn't that be special?
So... Just another week here and I'm done working at the law firm. Sweet sorrow. Well not really. I'll be happy as anything to not be working here anymore. It's just so terrible. Especially in the past few days when they are riding us to get work done before everyone leaves. I'm just happy that I have vacation time to take so that I get out of here a week sooner than everyone else. The one thing that I'm not looking forward to is slowly bringing home all the crap that I've brought to work over the two years that I've been working here. Granted, it's not THAT much stuff, but certain things, like my monitor stand are just a pain to carry. I also have like 30 lbs of grain for home brewing sitting next to my desk that's gotta be brought home pretty soon. I brought home all the hops and some specialty stuff the other day, but now I have all the damn base malt to bring.
Oh well, could be worse stuff.
A week or so ago, I went through all the papers and stuff around my office, so I'm pretty clear as far as work stuff goes. So that's at least a good point.
I'm pretty excited today because a) it's the weekend and b) I should hear back about the new job at the staffing agency today. Not that I'm like super stoked about getting a new job, I just want to know that I'll have some money coming in a month from now without resorting to going on unemployment.
So last night Laura and I met a few friends at this bar that's not far from out place. We stayed there talking till around 12:15am. It was a good time. It's called the Bushwick Country Club. I think they were trying to be funny because they have a Putt-Putt course (it's pretty sad, but whatever) in the backyard. Complete with a PBR Windmill. :)
Anyway, I think it's about time I go and do something else.