I'm writing this from The Fam's living room in the wonderful state of Maryland.
I'm here because it's the grandma's 100th birthday party tonight and as the only grandchild (on both sides) I'm part of her surprise. I'm a little nervous that my presence might cause her to have a heart attack, and therefore cause me a lifetime of bad karma. But here's hoping ...
Anyway, since USAir hates me, my flight was delayed for a few hours in Philadelphia. So I spent some quality time in the overpriced F Terminal bar drinking (wait for it...) YUENGLING!
Yuengling (pronounced Ying-Ling) is fucking awesome. There's no other way to describe it. It's America's oldest brewery and its hoppy nectar is brewed in Pennsylvania is only available in 10 states along the Eastern Seaboard. This makes me tremendously sad.
But its scarcity in Chicago _ or everywhere else in the U.S. _ makes Yuengling all that more special when I come back home.
So, take it from me ... if you're in the Mid-Atlantic, saddle up to a bar and have a pint. You'll thank me later.