Today is our 9th wedding anniversary. We went to Bar Cotto for a cocktail and appetizers and then walked to The Old Sage and had some good beers (pFriem’s Belgian Dark and Pilsner, notably) on their opening night.
Members Pre-Sale tickets to the Great American Beer Festival went on sale at 9am and by 9:05 I bought our tickets. By 9:23, tickets to all but the Saturday night session were sold out.
Havana: “Why do your wedding rings look the same?”
Gay: “Because we wanted them to match.”
Havana: “Then why don’t your last names match?”
I’m sad that the Tour is over, it was another fun 3 weeks. Chris Froome wins, as expected. 23 year-old Quintana, racing in his first Tour, won a stage, won the King of the Mountains jersey and the Best Young Rider jersey and finished 2nd overall — impressive. Nothing much to speak of for Americans.
What a great ride through Paris at dusk, by the Louvre and around L’Arc de Triomphe, I wish they did that every year. I’m sharing an appropriately golden-colored Petrus Aged Pale with Gay while watching the end.
Now to wait 49 more weeks until the next one.
Gay’s dad is here visiting. Had red (strawberries), white (homemade whipped cream) and blue (blueberries) pancakes for breakfast. Worked out. Watched Tour de France while the kids played with Legos. Drank a beer. Barbecued burgers and ate dinner. Set off fireworks with the kids. Put the kids to bed. Watched the Seattle fireworks on TV. That was my relaxing 4th of July.
I have finally cloned Fuller’s ESB, my favorite beer! English crystal malt, Simpsons Dark Crystal specifically, is the key. It’s July 4th and I’m free from my dependence on beer from England.