Gotta love those Monks!

Saturday some friends and I met for dinner at Quinn’s on Capitol Hill. This place is relatively new and has an assortment of expensive beers. Of these, my favorite was a Trappist Ale.

I can’t help but wonder if it’s my favorite because after only three of them I was quite happily drunk. Times like those are when I miss living on the hill and stumbling home drunk off my ass. Now days I have to sober up before driving home.

It takes a long time to sober up if I’m not out dancing the night away and last night was no different. Unfortunately, there was no dancing since one of the pair I was with does not care for the clubs and if his boyfriend had gone with me, there’d have been hell to pay when he got home. But, like a good friend, he helped me walk it off until I was sober.

Mmm… Trappist Ale!