Happy Birthday Babe!

Ryan: most birthday wishes from friends today will surely come in the form of Facebook posts.  Maybe some phone calls.  Heck, a few people might even actually get to see you!  But you deserve something...different.

So here it is: your honorary birthday beer review.  I'm going with Anchor Brewing's Porter, for a few reasons.

1) It's dark, like your chest hair.
2) Anchors are found on ships.  I think I could come up with a six degrees of separation here connecting you to ships, but for national security reasons, I'll leave it at that.

Okay, so maybe that's not a few reasons.  More like a couple.  Anyway!  Underneath a fairly lush light tan head lies a smooth beverage just begging to be consumed.  I'm all too happy to oblige, and it strikes me immediately that this is unlike any porter I'm used to.  Much in the way that I'm sure you probably have skin underneath your massive veil of chest hair, I can only imagine that there's some sort of roasty toasty maltiness trying to make its way through a surprisingly sweet body.  It's weird, I tell ya.

More than weird...it's kind of disappointing.  Like you.  And by you, I mean us.  And how little of each other we see (I don't mean it like that - put your pants back on).  Maybe this summer I'll get a shed tour and play in Canandaigua, and I can see your face again.  Maybe.  In the meantime...

Cheers, Birthday Babe!

Yes, that is a neon pink mug.  Prosit!