OMG SNOWPACALYPSE # 342837!!!!!!!

It's winter. It's ok if it snows.

However, tomorrow is my first snow day, although this semester I don't have class or work on Wednesday. Snow days have proven to be good days for trying new beers (see here and here), but I didn't manage to pick up anything new before the snow started. However, I do have something else to report:

I hit 200 beers last night! By accident.

Number 199 was actually during the Superbowl. My friend Jeremy hooked me up with a Flying Dog In Heat Wheat. Actually, he told me there were miscellaneous Flying-Somethings in the refrigerator upstairs in his sister's house, where a few of our friends had gathered to watch the game, and that I could help myself to them. I chose the In Heat Wheat on my own, for two reasons: the awkward name amused me, and I like wheat beers. (Why is it even called "in heat"?!)

The In Heat Wheat was a good unfiltered hefeweizen, though I wouldn't call it my favorite. Very pleasant and drinkable, that nice crisp clean wheat beer flavor. It was kind of foamy but nice and light to drink. I like it.

Number 200 was not as epic as I'd hoped. I went to Stuff Yer Face as I do most Mondays, though this week we were celebrating our friend Cristina's birthday. Stuffies is pretty empty on Monday nights and we're friends with the regular Monday bartender, so we do ridiculous things like bring cupcakes and homemade guacamole and take over the back corner. Upon our arrival, Jill, our awesome bartender friend extraordinaire, brought over two pints of Stone IPA. Apparently, two guys came in and ordered them and then refused to pay when informed that it did, in fact, cost more than things like Coors Light or Yuengling. No one else was interested, so I had at it, despite not being a fan of IPA's.

India Pale Ales are too bitter and hoppy for me. I just don't enjoy the flavor or the bite. This was no exception. Stone IPA received rave reviews from a lot of beer aficionados, so I guess if you're into that sharp, bitter flavor that IPAs offer, this is a good one to go after. The kick in the face from the hops is just not for me. But here I am, 200 beers, to Paul's 192.

And now, here I am, relaxing at home as the snow falls quietly here at the Jersey shore... goodnight!