The weekend...

 Well, after prayers of thanksgiving, I have gotten out of a woe-is-me mood And can now update you on the weekend without whining (a lot).

It has been a HOT weekend, so Misty and I have been basically home bound except for a bark park stop this morning.  Yesterday, though, we went on another "Beer Tour".

What added the extra wrinkle was that yesterday was Tour Fort Wayne, which despite what they might tell you was basically about 500 bicyclers going from bar to bar.  One of those was Fortlandia, and so after trying our best not to run over a drunken bicycler to get into the parking lot (We no lie almost saw one get clobbered just before we got there), we pried our way into the barroom, squeezed into the last two seats at the bar, and after they served about ten bicyclers lined up to get drinks to take out onto the patio, I got a Standing Hampton while KC had a Dad's Not Drinking That Craft Crap.  KC was not of a mind to stay for more than one, and he decided we would move on to another local brewpub, the Hoppy Gnome. (Not before I got me another growler of Dr Evil's Belgian Golden!) This was fancy almost to the point of us being underdressed, but they had some decent brews.  I had a flight of Knockabout stout, Beanforager milk stout, Wheatness Protection Wheat Ale, and Pretty Fly For A Light Guy blonde ale.  These were all low ABV, so I started first with a higher octane St Bernardus ABT 12, which is a 10% quad.  KC tried their Apocathary Kolsch and Tinkerer's Pale Ale.  Of Course, for me the quad is tops (rated world class), my light flights were just okay, but the stouts were real good (not so much as the Standing Hampton), the Knockabout was pretty comparable to a Bell's Edmund Fitzgerald.

I wrote that last paragraph rather poorly, so feel free to fit these two anecdotes in where appropriate:  1) Running over drunken bicyclers became the joke du jour for the day; 2) KC decided to pickkkk up the tab, loooked at the tab and said, "Wow, you're a cheap date!" I responded, "Yeah, but I don't put out." KC: "None of my dates do..." Waitress:  "Not many of the girls do anymore..."

After that, up north to Arena for non-craft beers (well, I had a Yuengling), and some chow.  KC's loaded fries provided him with a spot of Ranch on his lap- in the worst/funniest possible area.  Finally, we watched much of the hockey game at the Dupont.  Among the highlights there was when soimeone played a certain song on the jukebox- a song the bartender hates so much, he went outside for a "cigarette break"! (Needless to say, he didn't stay out long; but finished the song doing exaggerated vocals to it.

Today, I was a bit down- one thing triggering another, triggering another, which led me to be down on every and all.  But then I took my own advice and thanked God for all He has given me, got on a pastor I follow's website to pray for the peoople in his prayer list, and I'm basically back to good.  I'll just put it this way:  I hope Jesus gets done grooming me into the person He wants me to be before I can retire soon....