Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! I took the day off and slept in, played some Call of Duty 4, watched some TV, and then met Mr. & Mrs. Ghost Dog at Rose & Thistle at a bit after 3:30pm. We were joined briefly by Snooks, and then later Kelly, Miranda, and my brother Travis and his wife. Had a great time hanging out, drinking several pints of Guinness, eating some delicious food, and playing darts. One more day off (tomorrow) and then it’s back to work. I love vacation.
Oh, the kegerator (hereby known as The Precious) is doing well. The keg that came with my purchase ran out that night (there wasn’t much left in it) so yesterday Snooks went with me to go pick up a fresh keg of Great White. I spent last night fiddling with the CO2 regulator pressure, and reading up on all the bits I’ll need to run Guinness, which is my ultimate goal. Mmmmm… Guinness.
11 replies on “St. Patrick’s at Rose & Thistle”
Sorry to bail so early. Me head were splodey. Got worse,not better, so I just stayed at home.
Feel like ass this morning too. The only thing I can think of to explain it is that I didn’t drink enough beer.
For further study: The two days I had beer from your kegerator, I felt fine.
My kegerator is magical.
Hm…magical healing Kegerator. Better keep that under wraps, or everyone will want to come and have some beer.
Can I come have some beer?
I SAW THE VIRGIN MARY’S FACE ON YOUR KEGERATOR
GD: come by any time. Well, any time that I might actually be home. 🙂
Snooks: I saw the Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh! (how d’ya like that random little flash of Oregon history?)
Rajneesh? I bet they poisoned that beer. You best let me take it off your hands. For safety’s sake.
Nosiree. Not gonna happen.
Huh, I don’t remember buying an all red wardrobe.
The Bhagwan just called to say he needs his rose-colored Rolls waxed and gassed up, for a drive to the 7-11. Osho needs some Marlboros.
Dammit, why do I always get stuck with the crap jobs?
Because “The Bhagwan” is actually Travis in a bed sheet.
Haha