Dream

I had a dream last night, well more like a nightmare, that I was chilling at a friends apartment somewhere, not sure whose though. I was looking out the window and saw something streaking out of the sky...at first I thought it was a meteor or some sort of shooting star, but then it rammed into the ground just on the horizon and caused this massive mushroom cloud fireball explosion. I flipped and so did everyone else in the dream, complete madness, next thing I know I'm running down the street and the sky is pitch black and explosions are going off everywhere. I'm running, looking for somewhere to hide, but not sure where too, 'cause in the back of my mind I know that a huge shockwave has to be coming through soon. And just at that point, BOOM, shockwave, black, I'm dead. I wake up gasping for air.

Very scary dream.

Are my posts becoming more and more juvenile? I promise some more relevant and provocative posts when I have the time. Besides I am pretty lame about posting consistently anyway. I wonder if people even still check this page out?

Note to self: Please put sunscreen on your face the next time you go to the beach. This is probably the third year in a row that you've managed to burn three layers of skin off your face and scalp after lathering your entire body with sunscreen but your face. And now your entire beet red face is shedding dead skin in chunks. So gross.

Dog Fed Beer...and Donuts

So heres this dog that was fed nothing but beer and donuts, Princess Di. What a life, this dog.

Morning Decisions:

Coffee or Tea?

Which one should I have?

In teas favor, I drank a lot of gin last night and smoked about a pack of Parliments and I've always felt that tea has a cleasning quality to it that refreshes and alleviates the stresses that toxicans put on your body.

Other then that, I had about three hours of sleep last night and a nice kick in the ass from a jet black steaming cup of french roast might do the trick.

I went with the coffee.

Man, do I wish I were a dog. They get to lay around all day, spazz for a little while, crap outdoors (without having to wipe their ass), and sniff the crotches of total strangers. Us, on the other hand follow these animals around, clean up their mess (including their poop), buy them hundreds of the same retarded squeaky toy, get licked, bit, and slobbered on, and awakened at all hours of the night to go outside an watch the dog stand there sniffing the air.

It's incredibly unfair.

Pearl Jam

A good buddy of mine just offered me a ticket to see Pearl Jam on June 3rd at the Meadowlands, I'm all over it. Been listening to them a lot lately so this is much anticipated.

Observations

This morning I watched two sparrows mating on an electrical wire outside my window, while Hendrix's "Fire" was playing on the radio. It was inspiring.

All Mexican food is the same. Just mashed meat with cheese and if you have the cash, sour cream, wrapped in a flour tortilla with tomatos and lettuce. They give dishes different names depending on the amount of crap they throw inside, or if the tortilla is toasted or smothered in melted cheese. All of it is the same shit, with different names. And it comes back out of your ass the same too, fast and painful.

Long Island Beer Fest - May 12th

Organized by Shoreline Beverage, perhaps the best beer distributor on the Island, the 1st Annual Long Island Beer Fest at the Huntington Hilton is sure to be an exercise in excess. With over fifty different craft beers available for tasting and a group of some the Island's restaurants providing food there will be plenty of overindulging taking place and plenty of mess.

Not only will the festival provide food and drink to wet the palette it will also wet the synapses in your brain. Featured guest's Garrett Oliver of Brooklyn Brewery fame and Phil Markowski, brewmaster/author, will be guest speakers, that is if the festival guests can break their attention away from the amazing variety of beer being showcased. There are some excellent brews being offered up. To name a few; Sixpoint Craft Ales, Goose Island, Victory Brewery, Grimbergen, Smuttynose and two representatives from Long Island; Southampton and Blue Point.

The one brewer that I anticipate the most is Sixpoint. I attended a festival in Boston in early February and tried their Imperial Red and thought it top rate. I also chatted up one of the brewers about one of their original brews, the Bengali Tiger. Nice guys, always looking to talk about beer, promoting beer enjoyment, and always willing to experiment with new brewing concepts. Plus they hail from Brooklyn. I just hope they bring some Imperial Red with them, that was great stuff.

Another brewer that I am looking forward to is Blue Point Brewing Company. Coming out of Patchogue, Long Island, these home town boys made perhaps my favorite beer of summer 2005, Hoptical Illusion. The Illusion is a traditional America style IPA with enough hop character to blow your face off, whew this is some good stuff. Most likely they will have the Illusion available and perhaps some of their more ambitious fruit flavored brews, like the Blueberry Malt.

Victory Brewing has some great brews, most notably their pilsner, Prima, which is a breathtakingly dry summertime thirst quencher that is dear to my heart. They will most undoubtedly be sharing their spring and summer seasonals like the Sunrise Weissbier, Throwback, and Whirlwind Wit.

Also at the Beer Advocate Extreme Beer Fest in Boston this past February was Smuttynose Brewing Co. Famous for their barleywine, I tried some of their new offerings in February and found them to be quite interesting. Look for the Smuttynose IPA and their newest release, the Summer Weizen.

The festival location is "conveniently" located off the Long Island Expressway, on Route 110. I say this pensively because I may be forced to drive and have not worked out the logistics of where I will stay. Either in the Hilton or at a friends place, but be assured I will not be driving home afterwards. I hope to shoot my gab with some real deal brewers and people involved in the industry, without making a fool of myself.