On Saturday I take the bus 45 minutes with three growlers in my backpack to fill with 3 different types of beers (IPA, APA and honey-for the g/f so she doesn't touch mine) from one of the few cervecerias around. They aren't open on Sundays. Once filled I return home, now with a much, much, heavier backpack and try not to touch the beers until Sunday. At this time of year I lose about 3 pounds in water weight sitting on the non-air-conditioned buses and lugging the growlers around on my back.
Sunday morning I try to keep busy washing clothes, cleaning the chicken coop, walking to grab some food for the day. Today morcilla (blood sausage) sandwiches were on the menu. Mmmm. I'm heading out to clean the coop now and it's about feels like it's 105 degrees out.
I want to crack open some beer so badly. I can hear the growlers calling me from the fridge. But it's still more than 6 hours until the Pats are on and I don't want to be drunk at that point. I'll probably go slow with a few during the early game.
I hate these late games. Just forces me to start partying later.
