As I type this I can hear my cat. He’s in the catbox kicking litter all about. He’s going to kick half of it out the box, then he’s going to shit (or possibly piss) on the floor. Why? Because he’s a bastard. Also because I think he’s pissed about our new cat George. I don’t know what to do about it. The cats appear to get along; there’s no fighting, but I think Gunnar is just jealous. We have two cat boxes, and no room for a third. So long story short, I’ll just keep cleaning up floor-turds until he gets it out of his system.
Tonight we’re off to play Stump Trivia with my buddy Kevin and his wife Emily. He used to live almost an hour away and recently moved so he’s only 15 minutes away. WINNING! He and Emily and experienced trivia players. Melissa and I have played a couple times, but really enjoy it. The bar that holds it has a really crappy beer selection, which sticks…but whatevs.
To make up for lousy beer later, I’m drinking a good beer now. I picked up this bottle of Northshire Hefeweizen on my last trip to Vermont. Winter is a weird time for a hefe, I’ll concede that. Buuuuuuut, I’m enjoying the hell out of a summery beer, pretending it’s not 35 degrees out.
As far as hefeweizens go, it’s nothing to write home about. Wheat and bready flavors mix with strong citrus notes (orange peel). When you combine the mild, but pleasing flavor with a 5.2% ABV, you get a highly drinkable brew.