Drinking and flying
Is much harder than it looks.
The shooting’s tough too.
Written by Captain Hops.
Thing of the day: Spinmaster Air Hogs Battling Havoc R/C Helicopters
Drinking and flying
Is much harder than it looks.
The shooting’s tough too.
Written by Captain Hops.
Thing of the day: Spinmaster Air Hogs Battling Havoc R/C Helicopters
Sudden solitude
Ripples in two beer glasses
As the door slams shut
Written by Captain Hops.
Thing of the day: Sacred and Herbal Healing Beers: The Secrets of Ancient Fermentation
A single snowball
As they spilled out of the bar
Triggered the bedlam
Written by Captain Hops.
Thing of the day: How to Build an Igloo: And Other Snow Shelters
Back up at the bar
As if nothing had happened
Both with new bruises
Written by Captain Hops.
Thing of the day: Fight Club (10th Anniversary Edition) [Blu-ray]
Moretti in hand
I take a few punches, but
Somehow save the beer
Written by Captain Hops.
References: This post is part of The Session. The Session is a monthly beer-themed group writing project for bloggers. This month’s theme is Eastern Beers and it is hosted by Girl Likes Beer.
Our instructions this month are to discuss a beer from a country to the east of ours. Alan at A Good Beer Blog added the concept of going due east and rolling the dice to figure out which country to stop in. I rolled a three and ended up in Italy.
Unfortunately, I have been under the weather this week and did not get the chance to do the research I had hoped to do. My last Italian beer was when I was in college.
This story is a little hazy now, but I was carrying Birra Moretti to a friend of mine, when I noticed he was getting the crap beat out of him. My friend was a little guy and although I didn’t know why the fight was taking place, I stepped up to the mountain of a man doing the beating and said, “Hey you can’t hit him.” The mountain stopped, turned to me, and said “Okay” and started punching me instead. I happen to be a pacifist, and my hands were full (with the Moretti), and I guess I was a little buzzed, so I just started taking the punches. Apparently, it bored him that I wouldn’t fight back, so he stopped and walked away.
I still don’t know what that fight was about. I don’t remember much about the beer either.
Sorry, this is such a poor Session post. It does explain why I haven’t had an Italian beer in a while.
Thing of the day: Fight Club [Blu-ray]
He bought her a beer
Before he saw her boyfriend.
It did not end well
Written by Captain Hops.
Thing of the day: Beer Garden Girl Costume
Anger, fists, and blood
what are they fighting over,
the girl or the beer?
Written by Kurt.
Thing of the Day: Baltimore: A Photographic Portrait
I am pretty sure
She was looking for a fight
Why’d I take the bait
Written by Captain Hops.
Thing of the Day: Grape vs. Grain: A Historical, Technological, and Social Comparison of Wine and Beer
My bottle crashes
On the head of my colleague.
The meeting goes on.
Written by Captain Hops.
Thing of the Day: Toxic Coworkers: How to Deal with Dysfunctional People on the Job
Unlike her husband
The kickbox trainer could not
Ignore the loud drunk
Written by Captain Hops
Thing of the Day: 10 Minute Solution – Kickbox Bootcamp
Instead of fighting
He simply walked away from
The arguing drunk
Written by Captain Hops
Thing of the Day: Bouncer’s Guide To Barroom Brawling: Dealing With The Sucker Puncher, Streetfighter, And Ambusher
While drinking at home late last night
I had me a terrible fright
To the fridge I did go
And I suffered a blow
The only thing there was called Lite
My head quickly started to spin
What a pickle I found I was in
I suppose I could find
Something else for my mind
Perhaps vodka or what about gin?
I ran to my home bar so fast
And what I found left me aghast
If only I’d known
That my whole stock was blown
Oh, the size of my problem was vast