Category: play
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left hand
I think we spent more on taxis last night than we did on beer! We grabbed a cab into town for our nightly visit to Madison Craft Beer Week because we planned on taking advantage of the shuttle bus that Hop Head Beer Tours was running between cap square and the near-east side of town… Read.
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Fifteen
B’s been waiting fourteen weeks for this glass of beer. Says it was worth the wait. Read.
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opener
Here’s a bottle opener that combines my love of gadgets with my love of beer. Prosit! Read.
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252 again
There is no better way to spend Sunday morning than camping out on a sidewalk in downtown Madison at six o’clock and waiting for the stroke of noon, when tickets go on sale for the Great Taste of the Midwest. This is the fourth time we’ve bought tickets this way, if memory serves. The first… Read.
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burning carbs
Oh my, I have sooo many carbs to burn off after last night’s fish fry. We joined the kickoff of Madison Craft Beer Week by meeting a couple of friends at Quivey’s Grove to swap stories over a Friday night fish fry and a couple glasses of Common Thread Biere de Garde, which is French… Read.
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great big cosmic f u
I like to ride my bike to work, but I’ve always been a little skittish about it. I’m a fair-weather cyclist. I’ll ride when it’s sunny and warm out, but when the sky’s overcast, or the weatherman’s calling for more than a thirty percent chance of rain, I opt for the dry, warm safety of… Read.
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garden vs. big band
I asked My Darling B to go with me to see The Fountain Big Band Sunday night, but the weather was so warm and sunny that, when she went out in the morning to play in her garden, she couldn’t leave it for anything. She had to keep on playing in the dirt, so I… Read.
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first ride of the 2013 season
To find out just how out-of-shape I’d become over the winter, I set out on my bike to ride around Lake Monona this morning. After being shut inside, slouched in a chair for so many months, my body feels more like a non-Newtonian fluid than flesh and bone, a puddle of slop that rears up… Read.
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ceremonial
Sometime last week I grilled a big slab of salmon on the Weber for the first time this season, but it doesn’t count as the first ceremonial cook-out. That would’ve been last night when I boiled brats in beer, then grilled them to crispy brown perfection over hot coals. Man, that’s good eatin’! Read.
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