Beer/Bourbon, Wine, and St. Urho’s Day Coming Right Up.
- Friday: Beer/Bourbon tasting at liquor store from 5 pm to 7 pm. Groltsch, Hoegaarten and BL Lime are on my agenda.
UPDATE: No choice of beers, they served three “Irish” beers:Harpoon Hiberian, which I liked; Smithwick’s Ale – didn’t like, it had a heavy smokey fragrance and taste, very unusual! Diamond Bear Red, it was Ok but I’d never buy it.
They didn’t sell Hoegaarten but I did buy a bottle of Groltsch to try, it was dreck.
- Saturday: Wine tasting at liquor store from 3 pm to 5 pm. No agenda, just free wine which I will probably hate.
- Sunday: St. Urho’s Day – wear and drink purple.
- Monday: St. Patrick’s Day – recovery.
BTW: Did I mention that Nancy is out of town?
St. Urho’s Day?
I am so glad you asked.
St. Urho chased grasshoppers out of Finland and saved the grape harvest.
“Heinäsirkka, heinäsirkka, mene täältä hiiteen” he would proclaim as he strode about the villages and vineyards and reindeer Loosely translated this means “Grasshopper, grasshopper go to Hell.”
Obviously something is lost in the translation. I would say that the spirit of the curse would be something like:
“Greenie thingy, greenie thingy, meet the heel of my boot.”
[Brief note on the Finnish language: Finnish has several fewer consonants than English. Missing are B, C, D, and G. Consequently there are no sounds for those letters, and B becomes P, C becomes S or K, D becomes T, and G becomes K. When Finnish rally drivers talk about transmission problems with their cars, they refer to it as a “kearpox”. There are also no articles in Finnish sentence structure — the, a or an are not part of Finnish grammar.]
The people of Finland were overjoyed and they rejoiced mightily. (If you know anybody from Finland you know what a funny line that is.)
Paging Dr. Spitzer, paging Dr. Spitzer…
Finland’s foreign minister yesterday admitted being involved with a topless dancer and her porn star sister.
Ilkka Kanerva, 60, confirmed today that he has sent text messages to Johanna Tukiainen, a member of the erotic dance group Dolls, and to her sister.
The feast of St. Urho means everybody dresses up in Royal Purple and Nile Green and partakes of Grasshoppers and the fermented juice of the purple grape.
Happy St. Urho’s Day!
Hey you better behave yourself while Nancy is out of town. Hope things go well with your daughter.
LOL paging Dr. Spitzer, did you hear Hustler offered his little lady of the night one million dollars to pose for the magazine? Guess she’s getting all kinds of offers now.
Take care of those doggies ~~ they’ll tell Nancy if you don’t 🙂
@Elaine: home before 7: three itty bitty beer samples and two bourbon samples. I’m ready for a milkshake!
Things are great on the health front, thank you.
The whore’s myspace recording went from 33 cent play to a buck a play so she is already cashing in. This is only the beginning for her. Who says crime doesn’t pay?
The dogs have me well under control!
What sort of wines are you tasting? Usually there’s a category involved. We’ll be wine tasting in Temecula, CA when we go on vacation back to Escondildo the week of April 7.
Let me know about the BL lime. In general I say lime is for So Cal pussies — due to the Mexican influence they put lime with freakin’ everything here — but I’m intrigued despite myself, and in any case it all tastes good after the third beer.
Long live St. Urho. I’d not heard of this, but an occasion to drink? I’m all over it.
@Gretchen: This is Kentucky. They didn’t know what wines they were serving! 🙂 I didn’t get any BL LIme or Hoegarrden. I bought a bottle of Glosch I’ll try later.
UPDATED The beers in the original post.