Albuquerque Beer Week Day 2 Aftermath

It's 3AM and I just woke up from a five hour nap brought on by Albuquerque Beer Week. Sometime not long after visiting Back Alley for the Tower of Sour, then Chama River Microbar and Marble for the 505-2013, then a quick trip to India House for some grub, I got home, lied on my bed with my clothes on and knocked out.
I can't say exactly which one of the firewater potions I downed yesterday was the culprit, but I highly suspect it was that 505. That mufucka got 9% alcohol but drinks like a damn ginger beer. I downed two like nothing then realized I was shtarting to shlur my werdz. Then again, I'd already downed a flight of sours at Back Alley followed by two pours of the Monk's Cafe, so maybe that's to blame too.

This that sour sampler for all you bitter mufuckas.

Any motherfucking way, this Albuquerque Beer Week's going to be a problem. If this is how the first day (for me, at least) goes, there's probably gonna be some vomiting, fighting, and shootouts with APD in my future. Especially as long as that, 505-2013 is on tap. That shit is dangerous.
Let me explain.
So you got this beautiful, copperish-colored beer smelling like a hopgoblin---you know, the originator of hops--- took a massive shit in it after eating a bunch of pineneedles (these are all good things by the way) that then gives way to a beer smoother than Brian McKnight's sheets. The beer got that nice citrusy flavor from the hops and then a balance of malt so you don't feel like you took a hop nunchuk to the throat. Best of all, that 9% alcohol is nowhere to be found like fathers in the hood, at least in taste I mean, cuz it definitely was there when I woke up not long ago with a mean headache.

505-2013, a karate kick to your face.

Chama River Microbar is every hipster's dream though.

Finally, I'ma leave y'all with a disclaimer and shit. I know this blog ain't the prettiest thing ever and I got some kinks to work out, but I'ma pin a lot of that shit on Blogger for being the Mark Sanchez of blogging sites. Or maybe I just an idiot, but this site got some goddamn kinks to work out, fuck. So anything you don't like about the look of this page, blame those fucks. Then go fuck yourself too for being worried about the look of this page and completely looking over the absolutely brilliant gems that I deliver. Bottom line, I'd write this shit on a crumpled napkin if I had to, so fuck appearances.