one bottle of beer on the wall, one bottle of beer...

Well, as some of you may know, I don't really drink much anymore. Just something here and there on special occasions. So my tolerance, well, we all know what happens to tolerance when you're not drinking. Today happens to be a small occasion, since I finally met a long put off deadline of finishing the final edits on my article. When I told Jen I was done, she started da da da-ing the melody of a famous victory song. I, appropriately, danced a little jig. And then we decided that I needed a treat and that that treat would be a beer. Ahhh... beer. At this point, I was deeply chagrined to discover that it was five past nine; that is, five minutes past the time one can purchase booze in Wisconsin. My wise and sagacious wife suggested that I bug my neighbor, M, some of you know her as just "the vicar," to see if she had a beer. Which she did. And what a beer she had! Something called Dogfish Head, Palo Santo Marron. The bottle tells me that it is a "malt beverage aged in Palo Santo Wood." M warned me that this was a special beer with an alcohol content of 12 percent. That's like 24 proof, right? If I remember correctly from my days of flirting with girly drinks, that's nearing the alcohol content of coconut rum! Don't quote me on that. The state that I am in is not one that I would describe as quotable. One beer later and here I am feeling quite a bit "tipsy" (as my mother used to say). Isn't that a funny word, tipsy? I imagine some poor fellow swaying this way and that spouting things in a deep sonorous voice like "Well now!" "Hello there!" and "Lovely day we're havin'" You know, back when drunk was, like, endearing. Personally, I should be in bed but instead I'm making a fool of myself blogging and rampaging through facebook commenting on everything in sight. Yep. There it is. The wave of sleepiness. M also warned me that this stuff can knock you out. That someone she knew drank one of these bottles of joy, laid down on a couch for just a moment, and woke up the next morning. Well, off to Bedfordshire!