Waiter, There’s a Fly in My Beer



My friend, Baker Jen, came over the other night and that girl was bearing gifts, y’all. Beer!


Baker Jen had been in San Diego a few days before and she’d stopped by Stone Brewing Co. for some – what else – beer. Having procured 2 liters of special tap (Old Guardian Oak-Smoked Barley Wine and Punk Style Scottish Ale), she headed back to L.A. and realized she needed to drink that high-alcohol-content brew in 7 to 10 days, for the sake of freshness. After she contacted me for imbibing help, I offered up some ribs and the rest, as they say, is history.


Or so I think. I mean, I did have my fair share of that dee-lish beer. I do seem to remember having a grand time. And I do remember having a full belly. Sadly, I also remember when a fly headed straight into my beautiful beer. That drunk fly didn’t stand a chance…