My friends and I used to have really weird habits that some people might call “being a jerk for the sake of being a jerk but sometimes (most of the times – those same “some people” also speak like I do, apparently, in parenthetical sequences) it was actually really funny.”  

And I’m not telling you (dear reader) to do any of these at all; I was just reminded of my past today (imagine that, being reminded of your past) and that’s what I thought about when I sat down to engage with you, dear reader. Well, that and today is the one day out of the year that I permit myself to exorcise my governor and these are the things that I used to do when I would live, for one day out of the year, unabridged. You see, I’m typically a very reserved and shy (I often have problems with referring to myself as “shy” as I think it holds the same meddle as someone who refers to themselves as “humble” because if you just referred to yourself as “humble” then you probably aren’t) fellow but there is this being inside of me that likes to play practical jokes. But, you should know that I’m also patient to the point of fault. So, I don’t necessarily need to be around when the practical joke reaches its climax. Actually, I prefer to not be around. I find that way more funnier.

 

For instance, I used to carry a very small pair of channel locks with me (this is what they look like if you call channel locks by another name – that is what I mean by calling them that). That was back in the day where my crew and I mostly shopped at Army/Navy stores (we lived in the woods – most of the items sold in those stores were the most practical for us – everything else was obtained one day a year when I would max out my Gap card at the Banana Republic outlet) and we mostly wore Army style cargo pants so the channel locks would fit nicely into the side pockets and be fairly well hidden. For the summer months I would sew a pocket on the inside of the seem and put them in there.

 

Why?

 

Because we used to go to a lot of house parties that we were not invited to at people’s houses who we did not know far away from our own houses in towns that were unaffiliated with us whatsoever. The only affiliation that we would have to these people’s houses was the mutual acquaintances. These mutual acquaintances would inform us that karma needed to visit these particular people. So, we were charged with bringing karma to them. We would be told that so and so were having a party and it’s at this and that time and this is their address and we’d show up with our own beer and food as to not be a burden and let ourselves into the party, acting as if we belong there.

 

And that’s when I would use their bathroom as the rest of my crew would distract everyone. And then I’d take their shower heads.

 

 

 

All of them.

 

Why am I telling you this?

 

 

Because that’s a secret that I don’t readily admit. I only like telling people that I like. And, after this past weekend, I feel like I like all of you a little bit more.

 

Montbeerlier was awesome. Everyone seemed to have a really good time and we had some awesome beers and the food was incredible and the people danced and danced and danced, which is a reference to some poem that I can’t think of right now.

 

All in all, you people (this is the one and only time “you people” actually works – I do not have a habit of putting “you” and “people” together in the same sentence back to back) drank:

 

254.76 Gallons of Beer and Cider.

 

Which is 964.371561 Liters.

Which is 1019.04 Quarts.

Which is 2038.08215 Pints.

Which is 4018.21484 Cups.

Which is 32,608.7631 Ounces.

Which is 65,217.5263 Tablespoons.

Which is 195,652.579 Teaspoons.

Which is 0.964371561 Cubic Meters.

Which is 964,371.561 Mililiters.

Which is 212.132087 Imperial Gallons.

Which is 848.527976 Imperial Quarts.

Which is 1697.05745 Imperial Pints.

Which is 3394.10892 Imperial Cups.

Which is 54,306.3161 Imperial Tablespoons.

Which is 162,928.123 Imperial Teaspoons.

Which is 34.0564598 Cubic Feet.

Which is 58,849.7932 Cubic Inches.

Which is a lot of beer.

 

 

And that was just outside.

 

 

Inside we still have the remnants of a pretty good tap list if I do say so myself. Check it out HERE.

 

 

Aside from all of that, we have some more JAZZ coming at you NEXT FRIDAY but I’ll touch more on that NEXT WEEK!!!

 

 

Not sure why I did that.

 

 

Until next week folks!

 

 

HerestoanothertriparoundthesunGoFlyers Taproom

 

 

 

 

 

Post Script: Another thing that we used to love to do: (double points for double colon usage) we used to love going to bars with jukeboxes. It would be a waste of twenty dollars but we’d put all of it into the machine and then play one song over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

 

Like THIS one.

 

Or, THIS one.

 

Or, THIS one.

 

Or, THIS one.

 

 

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.