Gewurtztraminer in the fridge. I don't think I've ever had a Gewurtztraminer I liked, but maybe this will be a first. Or maybe I will learn how to report back to the Tasting Room that one of their selections is definitely not to my taste. Either way, valuable information will be gained.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Refrigerated is the magic word, I believe. I've got an IPA and an Abbey ale. I think it calls for the Abbey, today. I've been off IPAs for a while.
Amtrak.com says the Zephyr stops in Helper, Provo and Salt Lake, Connie, looks like bus connections to some other cities. Hm, that train actually leaves from hereabouts at a fairly convenient time. The Coastal Starlight is middle of the night departure or arrival either direction.
::googles Abbey ale::
Yum!
Forgot to bring my allergy meds home. I hope I put them on my desk at some point rather than leaving them in a conference room.
Amtrak.com says the Zephyr stops in Helper, Provo and Salt Lake, Connie,
Provo is my town! When I plugged Provo into Amtrak's trip planner, they wanted me to schlep to Salt Lake to get the train. Stupid trip planner. But I think my credit rating would object if I put together another trip so soon. Though a short hop to Denver would only take three days tops, what with turn around times, and I bet it would be really cheap. Maybe my summer trip next year.
Well, that's no darn good! I hope you don't need them tonight.
It's this Abbey, -t. [link] Another fine entry by the New Belgium brewing company. I like quite a few of theirs, especially the Fat Tire and the Snapshot, although I haven't liked many of their seasonals.
The FBI has had my fingerprints since I covered a visit to campus by Patricia Nixon as a student newspaper reporter. When I was a newspaper reporter, the paper was getting me Secret Service credentials, and the city editor said to me, "Should I worry about you? They didn't ask how to spell your name."
the city editor said to me, "Should I worry about you? They didn't ask how to spell your name."
To which you smile faintly and say quietly, "It's classified."
That's awesome, Ginger.
I have a beer! And the day off tomorrow! Woot.