Monkey Head
Mike and I finally realized our one-year dream of each getting a MonkeyHead Arboreal Ale t-shirt.
This was accomplished by us each consuming 10 liters of MonkeyHead Ale at The Triple Rock Brewpub in Berkeley. Spread out over a year, mind you. 10 liters (containing 800 ml of alcohol) in one sitting is too much. I think.
We had made good progress last summer when all the students were out of town, but the minute they got back, boy, the place was packed to the gills and there was a line to get in. On that unmemorable night, we grumbled about Those Damn Kids and sulked our way into the quiet aging darkness of Spats Bar, the place burnt-out humpers go to die with an umbrella drink in their hand.
Fortunately the students lack the stamina, willpower, and sheer grit that 65 years combined experience brings to the table, and last night we were able to walk in and sit right down.
I eyed my MonkeyHead card with eager anticipation. Nine stamps of various types covered its surface, my passport to the most expensive T-shirt I would ever own.
Usual geek-talk, speculation that our server had had a few, and a plate of nachos passed the hours while we each consumed our share of the stuff in the cold evening air on the Triple Rock rooftop, and finally, task completed, we took our cards downstairs to cash them in.
And there they were! The front of the shirt shows a very happy smiling chimp, while the back depicts the ascension of man from hunched ape to straight-backed homo sapiens... except in reverse.
Now I have something to wear to Triple Rock on Thursday nights.
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