Where's the beer!?

So I joined Flying Saucer's little beer club. It's been loooong over due. I mean, not only do I get to try incredible beers that the average Joe Blow has never heard of, but I get presents for doing it! It's a win/win situation for me! Interested in exactly what this club is? Google "Flying Saucer, Raleigh NC"

But yes, after $18 to join I get a tshirt, a calendar and a nifty little swipey card that keeps track of every beer I have enjoyed. I, of course, am working towards the ultimate goal of 200+ beers. Doing so labels me a drunk and gets my name on a nifty plate (ahem, excuse me, SAUCER) along with when I was inducted and a quote of my choice. I will be working on the perfect quote up until my final beer. Now, in order to make sure that people aren't trying something stupid like drinking 50 beers in a day, you can only count three a day. Nifty marketing, eh? Oh, and you can save the massive consumption when you finally achieve greatness... because they throw you a party and give you a $100 bar tab. Shweet!

So, Grace and I started our voyage to barley and hops enlightenment. She, of course, started with the lighter, more fruity beers for her first three. I don't remember exactly what they were, but I do know one was the Woodchuck Pear Cider. Not my favorite type of beverage, but pretty tasty. Now, what I will be doing is keeping track of the beers I drink on this nifty little blog. I mean, that's not ALL I'm going to do on here. I'll put my random postings, because I don't want this to turn into a scream for an AA meeting.

What I started of with on November 12, 2009:


Oh, Boddingtons. It was natural to start with the English classic bitter, don'tcha think? Creamy, tasty, with no "kick your ass" bite at the end. I thought this was a great way to start of my brew-haha journey.


Up next... Brooklyn Brown. Looks a lot heavier than it tastes. A nice, smooth brown ale. The aroma was lacking, but the drinkability made up for it. Plus, it was on special. I can't deny a $2.75 pint!





And finally, the last of my three beers of the night - Foothills Seeing Double IPA.
I'm going to be honest, when the girl who donned a skimpy school girl skirt took my order and gave me the nod of approval at my final choice, I didn't expect what occupied my glass. While casually chatting I took a sip and my face quickly responded with a massive twitch. Not the bad "I just lost feeling on the left side of my body" twitch. No, no, this was a "holy fuck balls! someone just hooked jumper cables onto my ass cheeks!" What I just tasted was an ABV (alcohol by volume, in case you didn't know your beer acronyms) of 9.5%.
Let's make a comparison so that the importance of that number can be understood: Your typical light piss beer ranks at about 4.2% - this includes your Miller Lite, Bud Light, Coors Light, and Mich Ultra. Even my Bass only comes in at 5%. So, what I'm saying here is that the name absolutely mirrors the product. I was also impressed by my beer wench and, while squinting to focus, gave her the best drunken thumbs up I could muster.

Well, there you have it. My first three beers of my U.F.O. Club membership. Now.. only 197 more to go!