MY, THAT LOOKS REFRESHING. It is.
WHAT IS IT? A beer. A Thr3e Wise Men’s Daddy’s Juice IPA, to be exact. They’re an Indianapolis brewery.
WHERE ARE YOU? At Scotty’s Brewhouse in Indianapolis.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THERE? I’m taking a pitstop. I was in Louisville, KY the last two nights for my brother’s bachelor party. It was a shit show. Now I’m feeding my hangover some beer and a burger.
SOUNDS APPROPRIATE. It’s necessary.
HOW’S THE BEER? Doing the trick! I’m gonna be right as rain shortly, I can feel it.
HOW’S THE BEER TASTE? Oh. It’s okay. It’s a nice, light session IPA, weighing in at 4.8%. Truthfully, it’s nothing all that remarkable, but session IPAs aren’t necessarily brewed to knock anybody’s socks off. This one doesn’t have much in the way of a hop presence and is borderline bland. If I had all of my mentor faculties about me, I’m sure I could find more wrong with it, but at the moment, I’m pretty much just drinking this to make my headache go away.
GOOD THING YOU HAVE A LONG DRIVE AHEAD OF YOU YET. Don’t remind me.
ONLY FIVE MORE HOURS TO GO BEFORE YOU ARE HOME! Fuck you.