We met for an hour and a half last night to keg some Eye Patch Ale and smell the gentle wafts from our still-fermenting Belgian wit, brewed with fresh-grated ginger. It’s exciting to have our Belgian wit ready again. It has been too long, my summertime friend.
It’s rare to see Jeff do much actual work on Mondays. He’s usually busy fraternizing with the Monday Night faithful. Which is why pictures such as this are hard to come by:
Granted, it may not look like Jeff is actually working. But I can assure you that he is doing more than hiding from the cares of this world by climbing a ladder and smothering himself in hop bines. Jeff is doing what is called “arranging” in the “flower arranging” profession. A task that is both manly and necessary to maintain the specific design aesthetic Jeff is trying to achieve. A slow clap for Jeff, everyone.
A. Slow. Clap.