I really wasn't paying attention when you brought in the beer, Rob. I've been slowly polishing it off -- savoring it one serving a day -- and have finally gotten to the three Clocktower bottles I had left. I remember getting handed a glass of Clocktower brew that Sunday afternoon and enjoying it, and have been savoring the anticipation of finally getting back to it... And last night I finally went to put a bottle in the fridge for consumption today and tomorrow.
Only to discover that I didn't have three remaining bottles of whatever Clocktower beer I'd had two weeks ago, but three different Clocktower brews, none of which are probably the same beer.
I keep feeling like I somehow insulted you by not even looking at your gift.
Edit: The bottles I have left are the Brown, the Raspberry Wheat, and an obscurely hand-labeled bottle which the Clocktower.ca site informs me is probably the August Pale Ale; what was the fourth beer that I consumed to cavalierly?
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Only to discover that I didn't have three remaining bottles of whatever Clocktower beer I'd had two weeks ago, but three different Clocktower brews, none of which are probably the same beer.
I keep feeling like I somehow insulted you by not even looking at your gift.
Edit: The bottles I have left are the Brown, the Raspberry Wheat, and an obscurely hand-labeled bottle which the Clocktower.ca site informs me is probably the August Pale Ale; what was the fourth beer that I consumed to cavalierly?
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.