After watching the stock market tank today, I debated with myself as to whether or not I should crack into the 120 minute IPA I've been cellaring for a few months--to see if I could drown my sorrows in something on the order of less that 120 minutes. That's gotta be why it's named that, no?
The debate went something like this: Drink it, you know you want to... And then: Don't drink it, the market's gonna fishtank even more tomorrow and you'll really need it then. And back: Listen, drink it now. It will help you sleep and realize that there may be no tomorrow. And finally: No, save it for when you are holed up in the cellar, you've run out of all other beer and food, and you just can't go on any longer.
Tomorrow: Does Dogfish Head 120 Minute IPA cure a Wall Street Hangover?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Dogfish Head 120 Minute IPA
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There is always tomorrow, whether we are here or not. Tomorrow doesn't care one way or another. People will adapt.
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