#7416

#7416 Storm Stayed Shook (Pineapple, Lime, Coconut, Vanilla, Lactose) (Canada) Fun fact: Storm Stayed were the first brewery in Ontario to do lactose sours. Love it. This banger is a 4.8% milkshake sour with pineapple, lime, coconut, vanilla, and lactose. It pours hazy with a foamy head and a tropical nose, it’s hella creamy and the lime dominates, it’s sticky and sweet, I can get notes of all the fruits, it’s citrusy with some vanilla notes, balanced af, wrapping in a dry finish. Love it. (at Hamilton, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqKT2k_shzf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#7416 Avling Pale Fire (2022) (Canada) The final beer of the pod is one of my faves from Avling, Pale Fire. Coming in at 6.7%, it’s a barrel-aged blend with donut peaches, and it’s glorious. It pours clear with a foamy head and spices and peach on the nose, it’s chewy with a sharp carb, funky and smooth, there is so much peach here - peach pie, peach jam, peach juice, cooked peach - there’s a balanced sweetness, it’s like biting in to whole peach, wrapping in a dry finish. Amazing. (at Hamilton, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjuPzO9NuEP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Thank you for asking me to stay.

Sometimes I look at you and see the boy with shaggy hair and a shy smile. Sometimes I look at you and see the boy I fell in love with. But sometimes. I look at you and see the rest of my life.

4/8/18 We’ve just spent a week together. You, sleeping in my bed, staying up too late watching old shows. Kisses good night and kisses good morning. Dinner dates and drives in the sun. Everything was how it should be. And today, you went back to Washington. And sleeping alone is not going to be fun. I won’t sleep very well and I will sit and think about how it felt to have your arm around me, pulling me closer in the middle of the night. The feeling of your head on the pillow next to mine. You fill my heart with so much love and joy. I haven’t smiled this much in awhile and it’s so amazing. You’re so amazing. I haven’t said anything but I’m thinking about a way to move out and maybe move closer. With a couple roommates in a small house. With Sam. I’d have to save up a lot and have a job before I even move. But it could work. We could make it work. And I want it to work. You could come move in and stay a bit or maybe get a part time job and help pay rent. We could figure it out and damn do I want to figure it out. It could work. If we wanted it to.

3-24-18 It’s been difficult. You told me you didn’t feel the same way. You were in town for a few days and you wanted to meet up. For smoothies. Like we would do when we were at odds. When I went to your house your family welcomed me with open arms and were so kind to my broken soul. And you sat on the couch smiling at me like I was the brightest light in the room. Yet I felt so dim. When we got in the car the first words it of my mouth were “you know how bad I want to punch you right now right?” Yet I wasn’t angry. Just destroyed. We laughed and told stories like nothing was wrong. In the car sitting in your driveway we talked about the music festival we are going to. I was talking about how expensive it was and you told me it was more because you bought camping. I leaned towards you laughing and said I would have split it with you. And you reached your hand to my face and kissed me. And I kissed back. And damn did it feel so fucking right. I messaged you later and told you we didn’t have to put a title on it. We could just be exclusive. Only with each other. But no title. And I think we are both okay with that. But what do I call you know when people ask? My boyfriend? My fuck buddy? What is it? Because I don’t want to use the wrong words and degrade what we have. Because it is wonderful.