I have a feeling this post isn’t going to make much sense. In my head all day has been the line “While you were shouting at the devil, we were in league with satan” which is the title track of a Zimmer’s Hole album. This is the kind of thing that’s going to distract you from focusing on anything proper. Sure, I could do math, train elephants, put on my robe and wizard cap, but instead I hear this blazing thrash metal track.
And that’s ok.
Perhaps I selected tonight’s beer on this basis; knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to focus properly. The Collaborator project is relatively well known in Portland, and this brown ale is everything you could ask for in a great session ale. Something a little spicy near the back end of the beer, but I really had to pause to sense it. It’s smooth and creamy, almost like a really good root beer but without the sweetness.
The rains have come back to Portland. It’s mellow at Bailey’s tonight, with the usual crew of jovial regulars but nobody else, so there’s a chance to talk and catch up with people. The bartender has a chance to visit in addition to serve, and that’s always a nice thing.
I can hear him tell a story about a brewery that got raided-but I’m catching just snippets of the tale. I don’t know if it’s a recent brewery or one from Prohibition. Maybe I’ll head up and get another beer to listen in better.
A pint for Dionysus 
I want to see the robe and wizard cap!
Everyone says that, but when the screaming and laughter starts, I realize it was a mistake to indulge them.
I’m better than that.