“Werewolves.”

by Eli Hodapp

Well, that might have been the best New Years Eve ever. The whole crew rolled out to The Bavarian Lodge, which is without a doubt one of the best places I’ve ever found to get beer at. Their beer list is just stupid, with what must be a hundred beers on tap and many, many more available in bottles. I’ve never ordered food there that I didn’t love, and the prices are beyond reasonable. Hell, I both ate and drank way more than I should have, sparing no expense when it came to exotic beers and other crazy drinks and my tab was barely over sixty dollars.

Highlights of the night included some sort of unfiltered beer poured from a gravity fed cask, and actually trying mead for the first time ever. The mead actually turned out to be incredible, so much so that I’m thinking that trying out different kind of meads is going to catapult itself over trying new types of wine in my overall drinking-related to do list. I’ve always really liked honey flavored things of all kinds, so I suppose it’d only make sense that mead and I would become best buddies.

Fish was kind enough to be our designated driver for the night, so just before midnight we returned back home so we could all get to enjoying the New Years festivities. My contribution was a variety of different types of wines I’ve been wanting to try, including a Moscato that I probably paid too much for which turned out to be undrinkably sweet. I guess it turns out that there’s a limit to my taste for dessert wines.

At some point I decided it’d be a good idea to start text messaging friends who didn’t come to out get together. Going back and reading these this morning was beyond hilarious, as they just get more incomprehensible as the night went on. The thing is though, typing on the iPhone turns drunken typing into autocorrected words. At around 2:00 AM I simply texted a friend:

Werewolves.

I’ve spent more time than I probably should have today trying to figure out what horrible string of words I was trying to type that the iPhone decided to interpret as “werewolves.” Another text message autocorrected something else to “obituaries.” Well, whatever I meant to say, I’m sure it was very important.

But, anyway, here’s to 2012- A year I’m really looking forward to, kicked off with some great drinks and even greater friends.