for the second time in as many weekends i’ve found myself wasting potential.

last weekend it was the wedding of paul and geneva. it was a beautiful ceremony and the entire enterprise was made a thousand times better by the presence of jerry, probably the funniest man i have ever met. at the catered reception however, the father of the bride presented us with a veritable cornucopia of drink tickets, each worth one beer or glass of wine. at the end of the night we found ourselves slightly inebriated and with 30 tickets sitting before us on the table. uncharacteristically we chose to walk away.

this evening i went to clean up the keg post-party and found it still somewhat laden with beer, but how much? after pouring myself a half-glass of warm porter and adding some vanilla ice cream (because how does susan kim roll? she rolls well.) i proceeded to fill up an empty 20oz mug with porter to empty out the dregs.

it came out full. unable to drink it, i poured it down the drain. in the interest of science, i went to fill it up again with the dregs, just to see what remained. seven such glasses later – 160oz in total, i found myself almost weeping for the beer i couldn’t bring myself to drink.

in all i hope it was a good party. i do apologize for being a poor birthday boy, it’s hard for me to host well, and harder still for me to enjoy myself whilst doing so. so far in my 26th year i’ve learned that monkeys grow on trees and that pony kegs have alot of beer in them.