Booze...in 50 Words or Less: Harp Lager

Harp LagerLeaving brother's house on Easter, I was struck with fear! "What if I ran outta beer before epic night of Justified (OnDemand), Game of Thrones, and Mad Men?" Grabbed Harp Lager out of fridge for later consumption. Typical, bland big-box lager. (You can close your mouth now, Gift Horse!)
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Booze...in 50 Words or Less: Coronado Brewing Company Golden

Coronado Golden
Didn't get much out of this beer. Think it was one of three things: 1) Was the third of three different light microbrews I had tasted that day; 2) Was trying to take notes while watching the Mad Men premiere; or 3) Wasn't all that great. Going with the third.

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Ten Quick Thoughts on...Bridesmaids

1. This was a better-than-average comedy with some very quality laughs. At the same time, it was nowhere near as funny as some of the critics tried to make it sound.

2. I have high hopes for Kristen Wiig. She is always fun to watch. Not only does she have some of the best comic timing around (and some deceptively incredible legs as her character's short skirts consistently displayed), but she also did a good job of pulling off some of her characeter's more emotional scenes. I am going to go out on a limb and say that she is a role in a creditable director's film away from a Diane Keaton-esque career as a comedienne who can thrive in more serious roles. In other words, if Woody Allen can stay alive long enough, she will win an Oscar for acting in one of his movies.

Dear...You: The Neighborhood Qdoba Restaurant

Dear Qdoba,
I know you have been wondering why I stopped coming to see you! After all, you are right across the street from my abode. It was so convenient. There was a time that I would make a weekly appearance to sample your pleasures! The people who work for you were beginning to know my name and my preferred dishes! Why would such a comfortable relationship have to come to an end?

The fact is I needed to lose some weight! I was pushing two-hunny! My musculature was beginning to disappear like dictatorships in the Middle East. My man-boobs were beginning to rival Phillies broadcaster Tom McCarthy’s for sheer voluptuousness. My waist was beginning to display more jiggle than an episode of Boardwalk Empire that features Paz de la Huerta prominently. The final straw was a visit to the doctor for a physical. She inserted a syringe into my arm. She drew some blood. She went to look at the results. And then she straight up came back into the room and asked who was getting my film collection once I’ve moved on. Evidently she too liked films by Stanley Kubrick and Alfred Hitchcock, and was eager for a bequeathing.