I blogged serious this morning. I talked about the power and passion of words. I quoted Robert Burns. Everyone read my blog and thought, “Wow. Melissa Francis. She’s a serious and dedicated writer.”

But not tonight. Tonight it’s all about the beer. Tonight, everyone will read and think, “Wow. Melissa Francis. She likes beer.”

I didn’t do anything difficult or strenuous today. I just worked. I just did my job. That’s it. But sometimes, doing my job just makes me need a beer. And I’m writing tonight. I write better liquored up, don’t you? LOL

Apparently, I’m not the only one this week who needed a beer. It seems that one of the lads was off his daily allotment of Bud Light. (Yes. Bud Light. I don’t get it either–he’s a Scot for crying out loud!) It seems that the one day he didn’t fill up on his fermented beverage of choice, he got sick. Now personally, I think he got sick because he played soccer that day. I think his ass was tired (partying for 10 + days in a row will do that to ya) and I think he wore his ass out even more huffin’ up and down a soccer field full throttle. (Like he did here) Then as the grand finale to the game, he blew chunks. But he swears it’s because he needed a beer. Yup. He’s a Scot. Of course, I always thought whisky was the water of life…I’ve been proven wrong.

Fishdog and I discovered a new beer this week. We tried a multi-pack of Flying Dog beer. This 12 pack came equipped with the following beers:

• Flying Dog Pale Ale aka Doggie Style
• Old Scratch Amber Lager aka Gold Scratch
• Road Dog Porter
• Tire Bite Golden Ale
• Snake Dog IPA

I can give the thumbs up to Doggie Style (no comments from the peanut gallery necessary), Gold Scratch, Tire Bite and Snake Dog. Haven’t tried the porter yet, but it’s on my to do list.

Of course, the beer would be wasted on the lads. It has too much flavor.