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2011: A wedding and some good beer.

Posted in Personal with tags , , , , , , on January 13, 2011 by Kyle Barry

Remember when I wrote that post about a year ago, stating that I was permanently getting back on my horse to consistently write some updates to this blog? Yeah, well procrastination is a funny thing. You invite it over for a Friday night to have some beers and watch the game.  Next thing you know, it’s still crashing on your couch 3 months later. It’s a new year and hence, I get another chance to start over fresh. So no judgements passed.  Fer serious.

So I’m getting married. In a month. It’s gonna be pretty awesome.  Mark it in your calendar: February 19th, 2011.  Almost a month away. Again with the procrastination, I should probably be taking care of some things but I’m just going with the flow. So if you see some wedding pics floating around the interwebs with a beatiful bride and a groom in sweatpants with a mustard-stained t-shirt, you’ll know the wedding was a success.  I’ll post an update post-wedding and let you know how things turned out.

For the latter part of this update, I want to talk about my favorite beer in the world. I had this specific brew once back in college times and have never forgotten it. It’s called Bell’s Hopslam. Bell’s is located in Comstock, MI and in my personal opinion, can do no wrong. I’ve had several of their brews and I am left more than impressed every time. For a short time in January and February, they briefly brew Hopslam. To quote the description on the label of the bottle, Hopslam is “a biting, bitter, tongue bruiser of an ale.”  You can’t just mosey on into your local liquor store to pick up a sixer. You have to do your research.  You have to request it and make reservations and email distributors.  The liquor warehouse down the street said it sells out within a couple hours of shipment.  I managed to get my hand on a few 6-packs so that I can patiently enjoy my favorite drink over the coming months.  If you ever come across this in bottle form or on tap at what must be an amazing bar or pub, I challenge you to ask for it.  Prepare yourself.  It is not for the faint of tongue and palette.  It’s a tastebud sucker-punch.

Note that a man has been crushed by hops. Let this be your warning.

I’m excited to see what this new year brings. I’m hoping this miserable cold weather finds itself elsewhere sooner than later.  If not, I’ll have Hopslam and a soon-to-be wife to keep me company.

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