Can't Hold Out Much Longer

Things are getting desperate here. I just took beer-ventory and things look bleak! All I have left is three Samuel Adams Cranberry Lambics. My least favorite Samuel Adams selection. The stuff is way too sweet to be called "beer". It flavor is heavily influenced by maple syrup. Want to know just how desperate things are? I am drinking a Perrier. PERRIER!

Why Perrier? I got myself addicted to the stuff. It all started during the "freedom fries" bullshit. You know, when everything French was anti-American. Then to compound things, at my last job I had secret ways to get the stuff for free. Not all the time mind you! But there were occasions when I could get the stuff - and I would. So I got addicted to it. And now I buy it.

How embarrassing for the USA. Truly, the "freedom fries" episode will go down in history as a national disgrace. France should have asked for the Statue Of Liberty back - you know since we were not going to need it anymore.

Anyhow - I need to get more beer. Maybe some fine Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. That is some good stuff.

This reminds me! We have a new GOOBERner. Jeb Bush is not in office anymore. So now is my chance to grass roots for some REAL PROGRESSIVE CHANGE in Florida! Or as I like to call it, FloriDUH. Seriously - there are some real winners here. Special Olympics gold helmet winning, short bus riding, winners. The people who put the DUH in FloriDUH.

Anyhow, on to the progressive change for a better Florida. In the summer of 1999 I took a family vacation to Arizona. One of my uncles lives there. Anyway, on day 1 I flew from MIA to LAS (Miami to Vegas for all you non-airport code knowing people), rented a car, and drove to Prescott Arizona. A quaint little town.

We got into town somewhat early, so everyone decided to go to "town square" because there was some kind of thing going on. Across the street from the court house I saw a sign. A glowing, beautiful neon sign that beaconed me to come hither. Prescott Brewery.

So I go in. I was thirsty. You know, the desert air and blah blah blah. I was born and raised in the swamps of South Florida. The whole dry desert things was new to me.

Now here is where the progressive change comes in. In Arizona you can get BEER TO GO! Yes. You can order yourself a 64 ounce jug of draft beer and get it to go. In Florida you are a criminal the instant you remove that beer from the bar. But not in Arizona! Oh no. They will even give you little plastic cups with that 64 ounce jug to go. To me this was amazing.

We need that in Florida! I like to go to this place where they make their own beer. The beer there is VERY good shit. And I should know. You know those wine snobs? Well I am almost like that with beer. I would not know a good wine if it kicked me in the nut sack, but I know my beer.

How about it Charlie Crist? Beer to go in Florida! This way I can go to Titanic Brewery in Coral Gables with 6 empty bottles and a hand held bottle capping device. I can have the bottles filled with a wonderful IPA, seal the bottles with a cap, then take em home! I could also have them filled with a fine bitter, or a great brown ale - or maybe even a seasonal! And if I have a wild crazy party I could get a 5 gallon soda keg filled with beer.