But others came through. Some I already posted, but here's some more:
|Running...... and it's hot.... sweet....|
|Done. That's not a smile, it's a grimace. |
Left arm does that 'thing' when I'm tired - shhhhhh.... don't tell my competition. If I showed you the MRI from my snowboarding accident 7 years back, you'd forgive me.
Ok, so now your'e all asking (or have moved on to more interesting Internet stuff) - what's up with the hard lesson in ABV? And what *is* ABV? Ahhh... now do I have you back? Wait for it.....
On Sunday I decide a good recovery would be a 2 hour road ride with my buddy, Chris. Launch from Golden and we head south to some Red Rocks climbs and a circle back from Morrison to finish at the new Mountain Toad Brewery (MTB - get it??) in north Golden.
|btw - the Woody's hostess|
was sitting on one of these
outside the restaurant.
Like she's all high and
mighty.. Well take that!
Anyway. We head up to MTB (cool place btw) and order a pitcher of one of their craft beers. It's awesome. We order a sampler tray too 'cuz I'm a wimp and only usually order ales and wheat beers... shaaahhdup beer snobs.
Personal note to K.F. (you know who you are) I know that I keep having beers in Golden and don't text you. It's not my fault. I'm there and I think about it - and I realize that I don't have my stupid cell phone. Honestly...HONESTLY!! (gads... I suck...)
So I have less than 3 total beers ('cuz Chris is better at emptying the pitcher than my sorry butt) and I am freaking wasted. Like the world is moving in stills instead of one continuous movie like it's supposed to. I haven't been this in the bag in years. I'm trying to figure it out. 3 beers - WTF? Ok, yeah - I haven't eaten since breakfast and it's now like 2pm or so.... but *this* wasted?
The next day I'm still perplexed (and nursing a hang-over) and check out the MTB website ('cuz I think the place is awesome). Oh... they list the Alcohol By Volume (ABV) of their beers as 6.5% to 6.9%. I look up my usual brands - yeah, 4.5%. That means my 3 beers was actually like 4.5 beers. Yeah, yeah - still wimpy - but I'm proud that I'm a Sheila when it comes to being able to drink under the table.
Anyway - lesson learned.