After venturing through 6 Countries, and about 25 different States, I found myself in South TX. Like every small town USA, these people live & die, drinking the same ole shit, like meatloaf once a week, for life. I'm a big Fan of variety, like Pizza from France, Ham from Germany, etc. Hash & Acid in Holland isn't too shabby, either. Give me Chink, Greek, or Freak food, but please, not the same ole hambuger, meatloaf shit. Same as beer. Lone Star only goes so far. Like Pot, there is a couple 1,000 strains, I want to play with all, not the same ole' Mexcian shag shit. My South TX. Running Dogs never been 200 miles outside of their hometown, meatloaf & Bud Lite shit. All that is fine & great, but there is a whole world out there. American Beer is shit compared to German Beer, where I spent a few years. "They drink warm beer". Idiots, there Cellers maintain 40 degrees year around.
Anyway, I decided to add some shit to the mix, Cajuin Food, swamp rabbit stuffed Tamales, and beer from different Countries.
The Club was called "Weird Beer Friday Night Jamborine & Hoot-Nanny." Each Member would get a couple six-packs of weired shit from different Countries. To start the formal beer drinking escapade, we would vote on which Country to start our world tour. For example, let's fly to Holland, check out the Hienician. (sp?) Actually, Skool beer is the best), then, we would head to Mexico, the Sol blew the Corona beer away. After being chased by the Mexican beer Police, we would hit Canada, for some nice Foster's Beer. By this time, we got lost in Siagon, or Japan, didn't give a fuck.
All on a big front porch, no women or Kids allowed. A magicial thing happened. All the stress from the job & marriage was off-loaded, and the Jams kicked in, and the kick back Party begin. That's when the wives & kids joined, which was very cool.
Anyway, Honey Brown, #1., #2. SOL, then it goes from there. Beats the hell out of a bar, & no DWI's. Fuck, the people couldn't find their cars. Just my input.