It's around 7:45 am and I'm waiting for Alex to bring me coffee and the newspaper in bed - my weekly treat. While the coffee is brewing I thought I could tell you about Alex being still slightly drunk from our night out at the Strong Ale Festival held at
Pizza Port in Carlsbad Village. We're not shy of a drink or two but rarely do we have so much that we end up drunk. But last night was an exception. We were out with friends at the festival and the place was packed with mostly college age kids. To get in we had to line up outside for about an hour - something I haven't done since, well, a long time ago. Our admission price included a glass and 8 tastings of beer with an alcohol content of no less that 8% and up to 14%. That beer was strong! I could barely manage to try 4 of them while Alex happily tasted 8 beers of his choice (mostly stouts which brought back fond memories of one of our earliest dates). We had a great time with Ann and Diana and friends and participated fully in the lively happenings of the night. Cheering when someone dropped a glass, booing when one of the beers ran out. So here we are the next morning and Alex is groaning his way around the kitchen and complaining of still feeling a little tipsy. It's nothing that a cup of coffee can't put right but I'm wondering if the coffee will ever be made.
