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So for those of you who have ever worked in retail, you are fully aware there are good bosses and bad bosses.  There are also good bosses of bosses, and bad bosses of bosses.  I have recently started a new position in retail management, and needless to say it has been interesting.  I consider myself and intelligent woman with a good head on her shoulders.  To be fair I suppose that could be up for debate.  Recently I was informed through the retail-gossip-grapevine that the newest group of assistants do not have common sense, and need to use their brains.

Was I offended?  Hardly, I immediately broke out into song, “If I only had a brain…”  This in turn earned me the name Scarecrow, which was followed by a 20 minute discussion of which of the management team filled which role in the Wizard of Oz. Overall it was a good day at work.  You know, aside from the insult.  

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I have recently become reacquainted with one of my first loves of the beer world, the sour. Sadly this beer tends to go overlooked or disliked, often being mistaken for a beer gone bad.  In my opinion, it’s a beer gone very right.  Because this style of beer involves certain risks it can go very wrong when done incorrectly.  Rodenbach is one of my personal favs; more than likely because it is one of the oldest standing brewers of sours.  They know what they’re doing.  Their Gran Cru knocks my socks off every time.  It’s just under $10 for a .75, which gives you about two beers.  Perfect for sharing!  It’s a little sweet, but not Leinies Honeyweiss sweet.  I little tart, but not really a lambic.  This is not your girlfriend’s beer; although she would probably enjoy it.  Particularly if she is a wine drinker.  In my opinion, it shares many of the same attributes of wine while still firmly holding its place in the beer universe.

I bought a bottle for a friend of mine for his birthday thinking it would be fun for him to try something new.  Little did I know it was one of his favorites (a pleasant surprise).  Appreciators of a good sour are so few and far between, it made me want to kick up my heels with joy to find one in my own back yard.  Bottom line, give it a shot, and in my opinion try it more than once!

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When I say the new hot pant, I am not thinking of those terrifyingly short-shorts as seen in such shows as Magnum PI.  I’m talking hot pants, as in pants that look hot.  Specifically, I’m referring to the colored skinny jean.  New obsession.  I own one pair, so far, in the coral color you have been seeing everywhere this spring.  I took them out for a test drive and received multiple compliments from men and women a like.  I actually managed to convince a fairly narcissistic friend of mine to try them on.  I should probably mention it was a male friend.  At my work we have a ridiculously large amount in a rainbow of colors that you might as well be at the Minneapolis Pride Fest.   Mint Green is more than likely my next purchase.  If you go to the right store you can get them for reasonable inexpensive.  If you’re anything like me I can easily drop $75.00 on a pair of denim if they make my butt look good, not necessary in this case.  If you’re familiar with the Uptown area, Heartbreaker has them for around $30.  Not breaking the bank and totally do-able on a budget.  While you’re there you can pick a few $4-5 tanks or t’s to wear with them if you have nothing.  When you have that much going on, it’s good to keep it simple up top.

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Oberon at the Bulldog Uptown

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In the state of Minnesota we take our patio season very seriously. As soon as the weather hits above 60 degrees, bars and restaurants flood the sidewalks with tables and chairs creating outdoor seating out of thin air. Occationally you will come across a true blue patio. One that doesn’t take up pedestrians walking space. Those tend to be my favorite. If anyone remembers the Duplex before it closed, sad face, that used to be my number one in Uptown. Classic red-brick elevated about a foot and a half above sidewalk level, amazing. Since then it has been replaced by the Bulldog. Yes it is under cover, but as my skin has a tendency to burst into flames the second it sees sunlight, that is fine by me. It may also have something to do with the fact that I am a creature of convenience, and the Bulldog UPT is VERY convenient. Now we get down to the good stuff, my favorite patio beer. Bells’ Oberon hands down. Its light and fruity with a beautify golden hue that screams springtime. Bluemoon can suck it, this ain’t your Mom’s Belgian. A friend of mine recently had his first. Back during stout season, I had recommended the Double Cream to him. Seeing as that is long gone he remembered the brewer and ordered the Oberon under recommendation of a very smart waiter. Whether or not I agree with said waiter that the Oberon is the cream of the crop when it comes to Bells’ beer remains up for debate. I will say, it is up there among my favorites.

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For those of you who are unaware, Founders KBS was recently released on March 15th.  I have only ever experienced this delightful Kentucky Bourbon Stout a few times, but its smooth and creamy deliciousness has been forever imprinted on my taste buds.  It pours like syrup, and tastes like heaven.  It is also extraordinarily difficult to get a hold of.  Out of Marketing Genius, or sheer cruelty, Founders only produces so many cases per year.  Because of that, each liquor store is lucky to get even a case of it.

I was present for the release this year, but sadly, as I was working a tasting, I was unable to get my hands on an elusive four pack.  Beer nerds of all walks of life were milling around South Lyndale Liquor for and hour or so before they released it.  It made my heart smile.  As the line started to form, the girl pouring the whiskey next to me asked me what all the fuss was about….I giggled.  So in summation, anyone have any KBS they’d be willing to part with?

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So I have had the joy of riding around in a 94’ Honda Accord for the last five years.  ’The little Honda that could’ continues to get me from A to B regardless of the unnerving noises radiating from under the hood.  Love that car.  Unfortunately, as I discovered, it is extraordinarily easy to break into.  Fellow pre-2000 Honda owners can relate.  When your roommate can get into your vehicle using a bike lock key, not so much fun.

Well a few weeks ago I had two pairs of shoes stolen from the back seat of my car.  Why you ask?  No idea.  I wear a size ten, large for a short lady, so I’m pretty positive they were taken by some drag queen out of sheer desperation.

To the thief:  I will fully admit I have entirely too many shoes for my own good.  However, I will spend money on footwear instead of food some weeks.  Please, please, please return the afore mentioned shoes, as the missing leopard print pumps have left a small hole in my heart.

To my readers:  If you see someone running around the Uptown area breaking into cars wearing a pair of Nine West’s Rocha in Tan Leopard, please feel free to close-line them, possibly kick them in the shins, and run away. Thanks.

                             R.I.P.

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Yes I can also enjoy the less expensive beers in life…

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I have been in Women’s shoe sales for the last nine years of my life.  Every time I look at that number it makes me cringe just the smallest amount, and then smile at the number of beautiful footwear I have accumulated.  For those of you who have ever worked in a retail environment, you can understand the challenges that ensue.  For me they primarily include a lack of funds to pretty much purchase anything from where I work (sometimes being frugal can be physically painful), as well as dealing with the constant complaints from the American consumer.  Every person has a different way of coping with this.  For me, it’s having fun with my wardrobe and a really good beer.

When it comes to fashion I will fully admit I am a novice.  My style is primarily unpretentious,  and inexpensive.  I had a customer the other day give me the stink eye because I didn’t recognize that her bag was a Louis Vuitton.  I’m 25, I have no money.  I believe in having fun with what you have on and feeling confident in your appearance,  how much the ensemble actually cost or who made it is entirely irrelevant.

As for beer, I was fortunate enough to get, hands down, the greatest side job in the world.  I get paid to pour beer at beer tastings in different liquor stores around the Twin Cities. I have been doing them for the last three years and my knowledge of the nectar of life has increased dramatically.  I have not fully jumped on the hop-head train that seems to being hauling buns around the industry right now, although a good IPA can hit the spot at times.  My love of a great stout that I can chew is unwavering.  Sadly that season is pretty much at a close.

I guess with this brief introduction I’m trying to give you a good idea of who I am, where I come from, and what drives my happiness on a daily basis.  Also, it’s a good synopsis of what you’ll be reading here on a weekly basis.  I look forward to speaking with you again, whoever you are out there in cyber space.

Tootles.