Last night, my very good friend, Sandi, and I went to a birthday party for our friend Leah.  Leah turned thirty and decided to have a  celebratory bash at a bar in her home town (to protect the identity of the innocent I will simply call the town R.M.H.).  Now, naturally, when I go to the bar I order a Blue Beaver without even thinking about it.  Sandi agrees that Blue Beaver is the best beer out there, however she almost never drinks beer.  She much prefers coolers, which unfortunately the Blue Beaver Brewing Company doesn’t make (yet).  So, just imagine my dismay when the server tells me that not only does this bar not carry my beer, she has personally never even heard of it.  I settled for one of my alternates, but at least Sandi got her black-cherry cooler.  Then I started quizzing up other patrons in the bar; soon I discovered that no one in R.M.H. has heard of Blue Beaver Beer.  I grew up close to this town and I always knew it was a…backwater place, but I had no idea that it was that bad.  Even Leah, who is a worldly-wise young lady has never had a Blue Beaver (although she has, at least, heard of it).  This is a situation that simply must be corrected.  I am going to use all the power of the Internet to convince the liquor stores and bars in R.M.H. to order truckloads of Blue Beaver for their establishments.  Who’s with me? 

One Response to “Sandi, Leah and the Beaver-less night.”

  1. Tim Ebl says:

    I’m with you, Ernie. I guess it’s just so important to me, that I am willing to risk my life to make your dream come true. Let me know if there are any death defying stunts I can perform to help your cause!

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