Nothing’s worse than waking up after a night of hard core drinking with that awful, awful feeling. No, not the feeling of being hungover. No, this feeling is even worse. The feeling of recalling a drunken promise you made.
Now, sometimes drunken promises can be between a guy and girl, but usually these promises are made between two or more guys. Late at night, more like early in the morning, 3 AM or so, when the bar has cleared out, there’s just you and a friend or two, and you guys are shit-faced.
It starts with someone bringing up an innocuous point.
“Yeah, these mojitos are pretty good, but you know where the best mojitos are? This little Cuban restaurant on Miami Beach.”
“Oh, I’ve always wanted to go to Miami.”
“You’ve NEVER been to Miami?!”
“No, but I’ve always wanted to go.”
“That’s it! We’re all going tomorrow!”
“We can borrow my brother’s car.”
“I’ll call in sick for work!”
“Let’s leave by noon.”
You wake up the next morning, hungover, and with a certain existential dread. Fuck! Did I really agree to road trip to Miami today?! I can’t road trip to Miami today. I don’t want to road trip to Miami today. I got plans, shit to do.
You spend the whole morning fretting, praying your other drunken promise friends don’t call. “Hey, Aaron, I’ve picked up the car and I’ll be by in an hour to grab you.” Because we’re guys, and even when we make drunken promises, promises we’d never make sober, we refuse to break them. We would have to go to Miami.
But that doesn’t mean that we don’t pray that one of our friends breaks the drunken promise to get us off the hook.
However, after years of regretful drunken promises, I’ve finally learned a secret: no one wants to uphold them. So I no longer regret drunken promises. I no longer spend the entire morning after a drunken promise fretting that I may have to do something I don’t want to do. Drunken promises aren’t really promises. They are just manly bluster.
7.2% ABV bottled
There’s so many beers I want to try but it’s getting harder and harder to find them. It’s likewise getting harder and harder to find “noted” breweries I have yet to try. In a recent trade with The Drunken Polack, he luckily sent me my first beers from a brewery I’d been looking to explore: Terrapin Beer Co. from Athens, Georgia. I just love their labels, funny little scenes of terrapins doing stuff best befitting the beer name. Hopsecutioner is their newly released single IPA–their first ever single IPA, coming on the heels of a successful DIPA release. Unfortunately, Hopsecutioner is just so-so. Mild in taste, with only a slight bitterness, I would have sworn this was just a normal pale ale. Average body, average carbonation, average flavor. There’s nothing bad about Hopsecutioner, but no there’s no wow factor either. And in today’s exciting craft beer climate that’s just not quite good enough.
Coffee Oatmeal Imperial Stout
8.1% ABV bottled
I’d unfortunately missed Terrapin’s much-ballyhooed Depth Charge Espresso stout so I was excited to try this “cousin” of a beer. And it was pretty good. Roasted, bitter, very coffee-infused but a little thin. A well hidden ABV makes this a terrific light stout, though, again, no real wow factor.
So I wasn’t floored by my first two Terrapin beers, but I feel like they got enough “there” to make me curious to try more of their offerings.