I considered an alternate title for this post, i.e., "Wherein Our Shirt Matches Our Beer." Because...
That would be a New Belgium 1554, both on my shirt and in the glass. Who said men aren't fashion-coordinated?
In other news... we stopped by the future Casa de Pennington while we were out and about today and had a brief conversation with one of the guys working on my unit, which went sumthin' like this...
Me: "Ya think you'll be done by Thursday? Coz I'm told I can pick up my keys on Friday."
Workin' Guy: (Looks at me incredulously, laughs) "Hell, they're not layin' the carpet until Thursday!"
That was just the first exchange in what turned out to be a lengthy conversation, the upshot of which is my unit will NOT be completed by Friday. So... the first order o' bid'niz when I got home was to ring up the furniture company and have my delivery rescheduled for Wednesday. I have my fingers crossed that everything will be kosher by then; I'm in a whole lotta trouble if it ain't. Well, it won't be the end o' the world... it'll just be a major pain in the nether regions.