Vote Beer for President in September!

The encroachment of fall brought us an amazing evening with
the hottest temps of the entire year!  It was still tolerable
with good food, beer, and friends.  We need to thank Jeff and
Mary Anne for letting us use their home as a gathering place
of the Trubmeisters.  It's a wonderful place with plenty of
room for us to make noise and not get visits from the local
constabulary.

The food was outrageous.  They had both meaty balls and meaty
shafts.  There were some soft buns with a slim crack in one
side available to put the shafts and balls in.  There was a
sauce, but it wasn't creamy.  It was thick, hearty, and red.
All of it tasted great.  There was some cheese that lit your
mouth on fire.  It was made with habeneros!  The same tray also
had a chipolte flavored cheese on it.  Later, someone left a
couple kinds of cheese and some mini grapes with cutesy little
crackers laying near the rest of the food.  Not too bad given
how French like it all looked.  Outside there was a tray of
dipping chips and some dip to go with them.  On the dining
table inside were some cookies and a tray of bars that looked
like lemon on the bottom with blood draped and clotting on top
of it.  Those were really good!  Finally, we couldn't have an
evening of the neo-nazi party's convention without some
political sway.  There were two trays of cookies.  One was
Cherry Bush cookies, and the other was Heinz Pumpkin flavored.
More on the evils of politics at beer club meetings later.

The alcoholic beverages were plentiful as always.  There were 4
kegs I recall of seeing.  A Pils, kolsch, porter, and I forget
what the last one was.  Maybe the pictures are clear enough to
zoom in and read the labels.  ;-)  We had at least 3 kinds of
mead, and George brought a 6 pack of cyser (mead also I guess.)
Betty had some ginger, and Diana brought elderberry and pyment.
There were a couple of commercial wines and Betty had a bottle
of something else too.  I don't recall many individual bottles
of beer.  Maybe I wasn't looking hard enough though.  I did
bring a half growler of the experiment in excess beer now that
it has a bottle of Old Granddad 114 added to it.  It is not as
bad as you would think.  It actually grows on you as you sip it.
I'll try to have more next month so you can all see how it
progresses.  Especially since many of you offered your labor
during it's creation.

Ken and Kim showed up late.  They got out of that fancy sports
car still tucking their shirts back in.  We got to hear the
stories of travels in foreign lands.  And they treated us to a
bevy of beverages from those lands.  As a special treat, they
gave a bottle opener to everyone who showed up.  They were all
made from the s c r o t u m's of kangaroos!  Soft, warm, and
fuzzy too.  George kept rubbing his across his chin.  I guess
he was reliving something he did once or twice.

There were a couple of visitors.  Both were women, and I don't
remember their names.  One was Mary Anne's friend, and the other
came with someone else.  Sorry, I can't remember everything!  I
do remember Debbie's hubby claiming when he was a teenager, he
hadn't even met her yet, but he was already fantasizing about
only her. (I can't think of a good lead into that sentence, and
it had to go somewhere.)

Jeff and Mary Anne's kids came out and started a fire for us.
Hardly anyone went down to see it.  Suddenly the fire got real
big and bright.  I went down to check it out, and there was a
werewolf dancing naked around it.  If you don't believe me,
wait until the pictures get posted.  I caught him on film trying
to get dressed before anyone else showed up.

Later that evening, Steve, Jeff and I were sitting talking about
anything BUT politics around that fire.  It was really nice, but
a bit hot.  I moved my chair back off the hard surface and into
the grass.  Boy was that a mistake.  Next thing I knew, the back
legs of the chair disappeared into a mini black hole!  Jeff gave
me a tug and saved my life.  But the chair is gone and will
never be seen from again.

So you want to know what everyone talked about most of the
evening?  It was quite depressing.  They talked politics!  Many
of the club members could be found mesmerized in front of the
huge high definition TV screen listening to the speech from Der
Furher.  After a few high raises of their hands, they proceeded
to divide the club into two camps.  The republicans were ordered
into the house for their weekly brainwashing session.  And the
democrats were ordered to the deck to be chastised as soon as
possible for their liberal wishy washy touchy feely beliefs.
As in all Trubmeister club politics, a mass of entropy broke out
and there was less control than an attempt to herd cats.

After a brief discussion about killing and destroying all those
who deserved it, those who didn't fall into either camp
proceeded to light torches and attack the establishment.  A
couple of hours later, the civil war was completed and no one
was left who cared enough to take charge.  We no longer have
any semblance of rulers in the club.  No One is now the
President.  Anarchy RulZ!  Yeah!

Hey, did I mention that Bush is the sound that Clydesdale piss
makes when it hits the pavement?  Coincidence?  I think not!
Speaking of that, Dan's shirt was the classic 24 beers in a
case, and 24 hours in a day.  Coincidence?  I think not.  On our
way home, there was a blurb on the radio that was that exact
same pseudo-joke.  Hmm.  I wonder if the gods are trying to tell
me something?  I need to drink more beer to be sure.

Pictures were taken once again, even though our photographer,
wannabe website builder, and former president for a month did
not show up.  I will try to get them posted soon.  We'll see
if I have time before Labor day.  Just be sure to check out the
werewolf picture.  It's going to make scientific history!  We'll
all be in the news once the mainstream media gets a hold of this.

Next month's meeting is supposed to be hosted by Steve and Tony.
Since Tony is one of the emails that keeps bouncing, he won't
know it.  I am pretty sure Steve still gets our messages.  Maybe
we'll hear from him soon.  If not, let's make plan "B".  B
stands for beer you know.  We always have a plan B in this club.
I know there are a couple people who have asked if there are any
meetings they can host this year.  Here's your chance!  I should
mention that it was conferred last night in a very democratic
like consensus of opinions that Tony and Steve were "assigned"
next month, and they were not asked!  If that's true, it lends
credence to the need for an alternate place to meet.

See you all next month somewhere. 

A Good Beer To All, And To All A Good Beer! 

Jeff Kane