Once again, I won't be at the Great British Beer Festival (where Hobson's Mild was just named Champion Beer of Britain...and I won't get any).
I dropped a half-full growler of Victory Kölsch yesterday.
People still drink malternatives.
My dog's away for almost two days, getting snipped and chipped at the vet.
There are no bars within walking distance of my house.
It's hotter than the brass hinges of Hades out there.
Not being at the GBBF sucks so much I have to say it twice.
There is no brewpub in Newtown.
Philly's non-smoking in bars and restaurants, but PA is not.
Stan Rogers is still dead, dammit.
The things that don't suck are not enough to make me happy...right now.
Before anyone gets a bad impression: Hobsons Mild does NOT suck. As far as I know. I've never had any. Which sucks. And reminds me of another: not being able to put captions on graphics in Blogger.