May the Dark Force be with you…

Nursing a hangover and a headache that made me run clear into my bathroom door frame (way to go champ), I dragged my tired and yet excited behind over to watch the Saints/Panthers game at my friend Mike’s house.  With my Zapps’ BBQ potato chips, of course. And for a variety of reasons, I ended…

Dark beer, sammiches, and Gonzo….

What do you get when you add a bottle of luscious Campo Al Mare, a bottle of meaty, spicy, peppery Cote Rote, 2 bottles of stout, 1 bottle of imperial porter, various sips of other stouts and belgian beers, and 1 1/2 glasses of champagne in one evening? A monster hangover.  And a headache that…