If you’ve read the older posts I wrote for Hoperatives, you might recall that once upon a time, I had a bit of an incident where I accidentally overindulged in a too much very tasty Commodore Perry IPA from Great Lakes Brewing Co. The next morning, after I realized my mistake, I swore off ever drinking that beer again.
But as I hope that the Puddinette will always have “one more chance” in her heart for me to get it right – it being whatever I’ve screwed up most recently, of course, which changes more often than Katy Perry’s hair color – I decided last week that perhaps I should give the Commodore a second chance of his own.
So I did exactly that. The big question, of course, is how did it go? Did my advancing age and accumulating wisdom equate to a new-found maturity prizing good sense and moderation, or did I end up with a lamp shade on my head and another headache reminiscent of an elephant standing on a grape? That, my friends, is the point of my latest Hoperatives post, which is just waiting over there for you to read all about it.
Which I’m really hoping you do.
You know, before they realize I’m a huge fraud and shouldn’t be writing for anyone but cobbler elves.
And nobody wants that, right?
Pud’n
