Redbridge and a party

Tonight, our neighbor had a congratulations surprise party for her husband, who was recently promoted at work. I took along one Redbridge, thinking that since I haven't had any alcohol to speak of in nearly 7 1/2 years, I damn well better take it easy.

It tasted like what I remember beer to taste like. The Man took a taste (I poured a little into a glass for him - no gluten-y lips on my beer bottle, thank you) and said it tasted like an import to him. But then, he drinks Old Style Light, the beer served at Wrigley Field. I imagine everything tastes like an import after drinking that nastiness. I used to use that as "skunk beer" when making brats!

Oh my goodness - I can make brats the Wisconsin way again!

So I nursed that beer for two and a half hours, seeing as I hadn't eaten anything of substance since lunch. And it was so nice to be with friends and have a drink other than water in my hand while talking and ripping on people. I didn't feel like a social pariah.

No full feeling, no tiredness. And I even had half a shot with the girls.

Life is good.