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Now Accepting Mouth Donor Applications

Welcome back to Drafted. The next chapter in Zombie Drafted… How much more convoluted can I make this?  I’m not sure whether that’s a question or just a quest.

Dilemma: I’ve stopped drinking, but I love beer, beer culture, & beer blogging.  Epiphany: Phantom Zombie Drafted.  Okay, so what if I got my friends to go out with me to taste beer & I quiz them on it…and then write about THAT instead?!?!  I feel like that is a pretty fair compromise on that.  I get to kick back with friends over a beer (yes, singular – theirs); I get to write about beer; I keep my integrity intact (I did promise myself, so cheating on this would be cheating myself & no one else.); Geoff can stop wishing for a Zombie Drafted apocalypse.  I see this as a can’t lose scenario.

This is such a good idea it defies all rating scales – even my relatively meaningless pseudo-analogies.  Rock on, write on, Zombie Drafted: Phantom!

Swift Kick in the Pelican: India Pelican Ale

Pacific City, OR is mostly known for 1) that gargantuan dune – SO fun to hike up and board down – and 2) Pelican Pub & Brewery. The dune may be quite filling, but it leaves a bad taste in your mouth so why not hike up it instead and check out Pelican afterward.

I do so love me some IPA and since the bomber promised this classic hoppy brew with a unique American twist, how could I resist?!  Pop open the top and dig your nose way down into the head and just soak it up because the only way I can descre the aroma is “delicious.” It was almost sweet-smelling, but still had that green bite.  The head itself was delightfully stiff – the best kind of defiance.  Then, prepare yourself for a sneak attack: the mouthfeel is oh-so-hoppy and a bit spicy. It is quite comfortable until the kick in the pants at the back of your tongue.  My spidey sense says that’s probably the American twist.

On a snowboarding halfpipe scale from me (the lowest value the number 1 has to offer) to Shaun White (10), India Pelican Ale lands around a 9.27 (Scotty Lago, mayhaps? In large quantities it may cause you to act like him, at least.)…unless you don’t like IPAs, in which case it lands on the floor.

I bought my bomber of Pelican at the Fred Meyer in Tillamook, OR, but I’m sure it has percolated to a few locations more inland, as well. Ideally you will rush on out to the coast for a day of shenanigans and savor a pint or so straight from the brewer’s tap in Pacific City.  For your sake, I hope the sun joins you there.

Mile-High Brew Club

The best part about flying Alaska/Horizon is that they almost always offer a complimentary wine and micro from areas the airlines service. What this means for me right now is that I get to start drinking at 12:10 in the noon on my flight home. Today’s selection is Black Tusk Ale, a winter seasonal from Whister Brewing Company in Whistler, B.C. (clever, eh?!). For being served up in a little plastic cup, it looks pretty darn good, don’t you think? Nice ‘n’ dark with a Guinness-shaded head.

The Mile-High Brew Club

My senses were a little dulled by the small child kicking my seat; even though it definitely tasted dark, I thought I smelled a bit of a fruity aroma, though Whistler B.C. suggests a “subtle, malty aroma.” The medium-body fades to a clean finish, strangely enough. It feels and looks kinda like a nut brown, with its warm red-brown color. Definitely not a winter warmer, but then again the pilot did say it was high 50s/low 60s back home. Good thing I didn’t pack my snow pants.

On an NCAA Div. I(A) Football 2009 scale from Western Kentucky (0-8 conference, 0-12 overall) to Alabama (8-0 conference, 14-0 overall), I dare say this comes in at around an Oregon Ducks (8-1 conference, 10-3 overall) – great season, but you just wish it’d have lasted a little longer.

Stalling…

Before I redebut a much-anticipated Zombie Drafted review, allow me to regale (read: bore) you with a few things I learned over this unbelievably packed (I can’t believe it’s only been two weeks) winter vacation.

I learned that…

…trombones love to play outside the studio ’cause in the studio they mostly provide a soundtrack for murders.

…a trombone choir is really good at playing CHORDS.

…my best friend’s brother lives 20 minutes from me in Cali.

…an old roommate’s childhood friend also lives 20 minutes from me in Cali.

…as long as there are gaudy Christmas decorations and a fountain, any crowded place can feel like home if you have your best friend there with you.

…movies are HELLA expensive in Cali.  Avatar (3D, not IMAX) was $16.

…now that I have cruise control and bluetooth, 18-hour drives are pretty tolerable.

…if you find a stray dog without a collar or chip and if no one claims it from the pound within a week, she is yours to love forever and ever and ever…for $120.

…I really am more of a cat person right now.

…many people think I smoke pot.  (FYI: decidedly NOT into drugs)

Eddie Aikau was a LEGENDARY Hawaiian surfer/lifeguard.

…New Year’s Day is not your lucky day if you are shopping for Ninkasi anywhere in Eugene.

…Pierre Bourdieu is buried in Pere Lachaise (famous cemetery; Jim Morrison is among those buried there). I also learned who Pierre Bourdieu was.

…the Clark’s Nutcracker is nicknamed the “Camp Robber” due to their habit of stealing snacks at campsites.

…it’s time to stop learning and start doing.  Except for that whole “stop learning” part.

Journey

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