Charming, but single

I am pissed at The Nurse. Not because of the disappearing act or anything like that. Life’s too short. Seriously. No, I’m pissed at him because he rocked my world and then took it away. He gave me exactly what I craved and left me without it. He introduced me to the only terrible hole-in-the-wall bar in town that serves Fat Tire – my favorite. Illegal to sell here, natch. And now I can never go there again. Bastard. I was contemplating this beer because it reminds me of my favorite upcoming season of all. Holiday Beer Season. I had my first of the year tonight, Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale 2006. The full flavor of ale, the slight bitterness, the extra oomph of a bit of spice. Divine. All I can think is, “Please let the Anchor Steam Christmas Ale get here soon. I am wasting away without it!” Melodramatically, I wrote bad rhyming poetry to mark this important occasion: Pilsners and ciders and stouts, oh my! So many varieties of beer to try. An ale, a porter, preferably on tap, Domestic beer, foreign beer, I don’t give a crap. But of all the beer I’ve come to toast; Holiday brews, I love you the most.