So we're just in from a beer run out to the Class VI Store (with a side-trip to the base pharmacy to pick up some antibiotics to kill yet another one of those gum infections I seem to get every two or three months, Digressions Я Us) and I was shocked. Shocked, I tell ya. The Class VI Store had NO Guinness. Well, no Guinness of the Stout variety; they did have Black Lager, but that ain't Capital-G Guinness.
Now I normally don't drink that
swill fine Irish brew, except for a pint or two about every three years in the dead o' winter. T'was a time when I would drink a lot of that stuff in the winter, but that was back when I lived in Ol' Blighty and the pubs were always a bit on the chilly side, often chillier than the beer in my glass. But that was then...
This is now. We went looking for Guinness in honor of our blog-father, for we hear there will be a nationwide get-together to honor Lex at 1700 hrs PST tomorrow. There will be a physical gathering in San Diego at The Usual Place (a joint called Shakespeare's, so I'm told) and other gatherings are coming together in cities and towns all over this fair land. The objective is to raise a glass o' Guinness... For Strength!... in honor of Lex. Yeah, a wake, of sorts. So now I have a mini-quest to fulfill before 1800 hrs local tomorrow.