At Least The Beer Was Cheap...

Tonight I played a singularly forgettable round of trivia. I had 5 of my best surrounding me, but it was not enough to stave off mediocrity. Certain key answers eluded us, including what the definitions of the 4 'H's' are in The 4H Club. Apparently, Homicide and Hyperbole are not among them. Should it ever be re-envisioned, I'm hopeful those will be considered.

In other news, my wife has learned that a role with her name written all over it has come available in the schedule of a theater near us. It is a role that she has long wished to play, and yet was recently, was passed over for, to the general detriment of that production (the company of which, incidentally, no longer exists). I'll tell you all what I already know (and please pay special attention directors of the stage and screen): my wife is a rare and unique talent, tireless in her preparation, and flawless in her delivery. Besides that, she looks great up in front of people. You can't go wrong. But you probably will. Because she married me, and I am the upright Eeyore.

This has been brought to you under the influence of both Hopgasm, Kevin McNerneys flavorful first offering to the 5 Seasons Prado, and SweetWater IPA, his former West Coast best. Thanks to Kevin, IPA lot.