beer

Went to see the Fab Four at the Canyon Club tonight. They were pretty awesome (as far as cover bands go). They changed costumes a few times and played probably two dozen Beatles songs. They weren’t the Red Elvises or anything, but it was a good show and a lot of fun.

The place was packed, but I got the feeling that there wasn’t much else to do in Agoura Hills on a Friday night. If you go to a show at the Canyon Club, eat first. The very few items on the menu all started over $20. I went for the rib-eye and was severely disappointed. I don’t cry about spending $30+ for a good steak, and the one I got was huge, but it was mostly gristle and fat.

I should add something about the fact that Budweiser Select is actually a very good beer and not a new-fangled low-carb diet beer, but since I didn’t try it for two months because that’s what I assumed it was, I’ll keep my mouth shut until their marketing department gets a clue.

Another Thursday night, another becky show at the Roxy. This was — if I remember correctly — the tenth Thursday in a row (excluding St. Patrick’s) that I’ve been there. This time I experienced Los Angeles parking nirvana when I got there. Not only did I get a meter right across the street, but it was broken. (I’ve since been told that parking at a broken meter is against the law, but I didn’t know that last night and I didn’t get a ticket, so the parking gods were smiling on me.) Another dinner at Rainbow Room and then just a terrific performance next door; becky’s been really going over the top lately. They threw in a few brand new songs, including a cover of the Beatles‘ Rain. After the show it was back to the Rainbow Room for a few hours of pizza and Grolsch with the band.

Just when you thought beer-drinking couldn’t get any better, along comes the Autonomous Beer-Opening Robot, or ABOR.
It was built by Jean-Phillipe Clerc, a mechanical engineering master’s student at the University of Florida, as part of the school’s Intelligent Machine Design Laboratory class.

I’ve a few good reasons for drinking
And one just entered my head
If a man can’t drink when he’s living
How the hell can he drink when he’s dead?

- seen on a t-shirt for McSwiggin’s Pub, “where there are no strangers, only friends yet to meet”

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A strange thing happened on my way to the west coast. At some point along the way I seem to have misplaced my lust for beer. I’m not frantically searching for it or anything. Usually I barely even notice that it’s missing. But. I can’t help but wonder where it went.

In a battle like that, I’ll root for beer every time. Keep up the good fight, Dan.

The not-very-interesting results of my beverage poll:

• 6 Other
• 3 Pepsi
• 2 Beer
• 2 Coke
• 2 Jack & Coke
• 1 Lemonade
• 1 Mountain Dew
• 1 Water

Note that only one person besides me chose beer. You rock.

note to self: It is never ever never under any circumstances no matter what a good idea to drink keg beer. We did have a blast at Mike’s party last night. Keff and Matt left before Sylvia, Ryan, Brown, Kim, and I got there, though.

haHA! On the cover of this month’s issue of Men’s Health:
FIX EVERY PROBLEM WITH BEER

When I went to LA in June of ‘99, Jorge and I bought a few 20-packs of Budweiser longnecks. I was surprised to see the 20-pack boxes out there. I had never seen them anywhere outside of New England. They are pretty economical; a 20-pack is around $12 while a 12-pack is $8.50. The case is nifty too, because it is a good old-fashioned sturdy box that has a million uses. I had forgotten about them until I went to LA again in April. Again I was impressed by the savings the 20-packs offered and wondered why Gainesville, where the beer consumption per capita is much higher than Los Angeles, didn’t sell them. Then, in a move obviously designed specifically to upset me, the Anheuser Busch distributor in Gainesville decided to start stocking these 20-packs one week before I left town. That, my friend, is irony. Dontcha think?

Okay: What freak-o brought Heineken to the party Saturday night? There’s one sitting in the bottom of the fridge …

Well … now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall … Sylvia and Bhrett are in route to India. Their plane left Orlando around noon today. Sylv called from Newark (Queen of Our Cities), NJ sometime around 4 pm EST. They should be landing in Paris soon and then on to Delhi. I went to the gym and Publix supermarket. On the other hand I did return with a six-pack of Sam Adams …