A Cheer fer' BEER

I never ever thought I would like beer. But of course I was wrong about that. I love beer. I love that it doesn't taste so sweet, and that it makes you feel all warm and rosy without driving your brain into oblivion right away. And I don't regret drinking beer, even the morning after. It is the drink of my forefathers, or at least my german ones. I haven't gotten into vodka yet, so I don't know about that drink. Wine is OK. So for all you elitists who think you're too good for beer, keep on hating it. . . there will be more for me!

This rather useless little rant stems from the group's outing to Pinapple Joe's last night. It was the kind of bar Extreme Pizzaria could be if it was bigger and less noisy. I wish I had a place like this, with delicious food, and a FREAKING AWESOME BAND. I think they were called "Moon Shadow" and they played lots of Classic Rock, Country, and Bluegrass. We all attempted to play pool ( I need some work), howl out the lyrics of whatever song was playing, and generally have a good legally drunken time. I was very happy to finally be of age. Makes you feel cool. Playing pool also makes you feel cool. I think 75% of playing that game is about looking cool.

I of course had weird dreams of such a nature that I cannot reveal here. . .HAH!

Everyone slept in today. . . . it was a free day so I:
1)Watched "Dirty Dancing"
2)Went exploring the jungle with Tom, and got eaten alive by ravenous giant mosquitoes
3)Watched two episodes of Star Trek TNG, and then came over here to write this!

Very exciting, i know. The BRITISH should arrive at 9PM.