Recently I was in the liqour store and couldn’t resist picking up some Arrogant Bastard Ale. With a name like that, how could I?
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become a bit of a beer snob. Once upon a time Milwaukee’s Best, Geneseo Light and Pabst Blue Ribbon might the primary criteria for consumption- they were cheap. Now, I couldn’t stand to drink one of those, much less Budweiser, Coors, Miller, etc. My adviser in graduate school was partial to Michelob Ultra. We used to tease him that he might as well drink water.
So as I draft my HNT this evening and browse the early-bird posters, I’ll be enjoying the last Arrogant Bastard Ale in my fridge. And maybe I’ll break open the Samual Adams Irish Red that Veronica brought home for me today.



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