Dear Tam,
This evening, after spending 8 glorious hours surrounded by books, I met Mike at the brewery. I had an absolutely divine pint of a freshly-tapped black IPA.
And, um...just in case that whole roommate thing doesn't work out, we have a spare room - although you'll probably have to bunk with the turtle.
love, Breda
p.s. and as an additional incentive? - lake effect snow!
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Black IPA?
I didn't see it. Is it seasonal? I saw the Imperial Stout, though.
Earache My IPA - all the way at the bottom. =)
I'll have you know that your "turtle" is not a terapin at all but a tortoise!
just sayin' ; ]
yep, but she's commonly referred to as an "Eastern Box Turtle" ;)
Ick... I've never had an IPA that I liked. I'm not big on hops.
Mmmmm... IPA. :)
She weren't tryin' to woo you, Mike. For that matter, she weren't tryin' to woo me, neither.
But she did, a little.
Mmmmm... IPA.
Mmmm... good beer.
Woo-woo! ;)
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