Oh Christmas Ale, Oh Christmas Ale, of all the beers most lovely

I do not understand how every coffee pot I ever touch seems to drip all over the place when I pour my coffee. I would always blame it on my old coffee maker....but now that i have a nice new one I realize that it's just me. I am constantly wiping coffee off of my countertop. Sometimes I don't do it right away and there are coffee stain pictures all over the place. yes, I am seeing pictures in the coffee stains on my countertop. yes, I realize I am insane. The one I left there yesterday looked like a tiny dog staring up at the continent of Asia.

wow. anyway, I should probably train myself on the proper coffee-pouring technique, seeing as though I may be waiting tables at Denny's soon. (Or committed to the looney bin, not sure which one will happen first.)

I don't know how I've managed to drink the past three nights in a row. Not that I can't handle it (shiiiiit, son!)....but I mean, I have NO JOB. I think I need to reel it in tonight. for my health and my wallet's sake.

Last night Amanda (A Real Housewife of San Antonio) and I went to happy hour. She is moving soon, but before she goes we have been on a once a week mission to hook up cheap happy hours...we are both unemployed but we are both going insane walking around our houses all day talking to coffee stain shapes on the countertop. (well maybe that last part is just me, but you get the idea. We're broke. Have I mentioned that in this blog yet? That I'm broke?) We have been hitting up Around the Corner on wednesdays because they have five-dollar pitchers and everything on the menu is five bucks. Pretty sweet. We get a few pitchers, some food, leave a tip and we're only twenty bucks in the hole. Pretty nice.

Yesterday we decided to change it up, and go to Bar Cento on 25th. She said they have a happy hour, and it would be nice to go somewhere that doesn't have crab races or college frat boys doing shots of jager....at least for one week. There were also rumors of Christmas ale, so we HAD to check it out.

They did have Christmas Ale. at 7.50 a pint! YIKES! Did that stop us from ordering one? Of course not. We had to have one. I mean, come on. It's Christmas Ale. In June. They saved a keg so I was a little worried it was going to taste gross....but it sooo didn't. It was great. It made me think of Baby Jesus, it was that good.

Then we switched to the 5-dollar glass of house red. It was good....and 5 bucks is cheap for good wine. We had a couple glasses, and ordered some 4-dollar "pomme frites"....which is the "we are trying to be cooler than you" way of saying french fries....and they were yummy. Supposedly they are fried in duck fat. which sounds horrendous. But tastes yummy. We also got a 5 dollar white pizza that was super thin, but still pretty good.

Our bill was 52 bucks. Yikes! And somehow my drunk math told me I owed Amanda twenty bucks. And her drunk math, or her politeness, said "ok". Well, Amanda, i owe you 12 more dollars! I won't forget! And no, I won't duck you for the next twenty days before you leave so I can slip out of paying you :)

So, cheap happy hour wasn't so cheap....but it still wasn't all that bad for what we ate and drank, and the fancy-pants atmosphere. Well, not super fancy-pants....I had a dress with jeans underneath and a pair of chucks on. It's one of those places where the lights are dim, the food is expensive....but the bartenders have tattoos and Ghostbusters is playing on the tv. You can walk in with a suit and tie on or an Iron Maiden shirt. Either way, you're good.

This is where the night should end. BUT...her husband came up, and bought a round of Christmas ale. Then his friend ordered ANOTHER round of Christmas ale. 3 Christmas ales, two glasses of wine and one birra moretti, and I should not have been driving home. Yikes. F#$king Christmas ale. Gets me good EVERY TIME.

I am going to take a break from Christmas ale. Until maybe November :)

Oh, and I said i was going to reel it in tonight....and I probably will. BUT, if you aren't, Now That's Class has ten-cent beer night. It's Stroh's, but come on. IT'S TEN CENTS. I would drink Genny Cream Ale for that price. Seriously.

Now can I fight the urge to go hang out with my buddies and drink ten-cent beer? Stay tuned.