Uncle Crappy
words. pictures. beer.
Tagged with impending disaster …
3. baffled.
Right now…
…I am still perplexed about the chandelier in our dining room. About six months ago, it just decided to quit working. No bad bulbs, no problems with the circuit breaker it’s on — it just wouldn’t turn on. We added it to the list of stuff we couldn’t afford to fix right now and moved on.
Until last night. We were at Bocktown for Wednesday’s big storm, but when we got home, we found no problems — power was on, just the usually teeny leak in the basement, cat cowering under furniture, light in the dining room was on…
Wait. What?
“…light in the dining room was on.”
I actually did that double-take when I walked in the door, stepped into the living room after taking off my soggy shoes and saw light coming from the dining room. Mrs. Crappy had actually gone upstairs without noticing the glow.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. We turned it off again almost immediately, thinking that it wasn’t the electrical fairies who magically made the light work again and that instead we have a short that decided to un-short itself last night and no, you know, burn the house down.
I’m glad to have the option to use it again, kind of. But the dining room light is still on the list of stuff we can’t afford to fix — it’s just a higher priority now.
we’ve got a winner.
It’s a good thing — for both of us — that my friend Andrea reminded me that the drawing for the extra Craft Beer School ticket was supposed to be tonight, because it would have slipped my mind completely.
Seeing as we had just two entries — there were six comments on the post, but everyone else either had a ticket, lives out of town or was, uh, pregnant. And with just two entries, I didn’t feel like looking up a random number-picker thingie on the internet — so I thought I’d let Miles make the pick.
I put the two entry numbers — for Andrea and Veronica respectively, according to the number of the comment they submitted — of sheets of paper, and crumpled them up. I got the cat’s attention and tossed them on the floor; the first one he went for would be the winner.
There he goes.
And our winner is: Andrea, who will join Mrs. Crappy Tuesday night to see me make an idiot of myself. Congratulations, Andrea — we’ll see you Tuesday.
time for class.
I may have mentioned before that I’m co-hosting the Pittsburgh Cultural Trust’s Craft Beer School session in May with my buddy Tony Knipling of Vecenie’s Distributing. I may have also mentioned that there are no tickets left for the class, unless the trust releases a few the day of the session.
I’d love to take credit for the sellout — and I probably will anyway — but the reality is that these things are very popular, regardless of whomever is sitting next to Tony onstage. Two hundred and fifty people. All staring at me.
Holy shit.
OK. In the interest of making sure that as many of my friends as possible are in attendance, we’re going to do something a little special.
I have a single ticket to my session, which will be held at 6:15 p.m. May 18 at the Cabaret at Theater Square downtown. Rather than trying to scalp the ticket for what I’m certain would be the equivalent of a mortgage payment, I decided to give it to one of yinz guys.
Here’s what you do: Tell me what your favorite beer is. Tell me why. If you recall, tell me about the first time you had one and what you thought. Pretty simple, right?
Leave a comment at the end of this post. And on Sunday, May 16, I’ll use a random-picking thingy to select our winner.
And for the record, my favorite beer changes frequently, but at the moment, I’m having a hard time getting past how good a glass of Saison Dupont tastes while I’m sitting on my back porch. I love the earthy, spicy hints in the saison style — and more and more good ones are showing up all the time — but I haven’t had any that are as good as the one made at Brasserie Dupont.
easy decision.
I have no advice as to what the Stillers should do with their douchebag quarterback. I’m not a Stillers fan; it’s not my place.
But if this were to ever happen? I’d never be a Browns fan again.
