Friday, April 20, 2012

Back in the Sud-Saddle (You Mean Suddle)?

Most people would not believe the amount of work that goes into doing a graduate program...or three. We certainly didn't until we enrolled, moved abroad, started classes, had lots to read, made friends, went out for drinks, had more to read, turned in some essays...and on and on it went. (That's the academic grad student version. Mine is more like, "started classes, did fun writing, read lots for fun, fun writing, start calling my favorite pub 'the library' to justify all the 'work' I did there, fun writing, Christmas, mess with my program's expectations of what I write." Oh yeah, and I finally had a real assignment due this week.)

But the key word in all that is "drinks." Yes, we've been out to many a pub and guzzled many a pint while on the island, and we're nowhere near through, either. No, we haven't forgotten our civic duty (heh, she said "duty") to drink beers and report back to you, our readers, who want to know what to have when you're thirsty, when you're curious, when you're feeling just a bit dangerous.

So hang on to your hats and get ready for some updates. We're brewing up a whole heap of posts on the beers we've tried in Ireland. We've pulled ourselves back into the sud-saddle (I'd call it a suddle, but the spelling's too subtle)! Our puns might be rusty, but our pints are still brave! (Or maybe I meant that with minds and hearts... eh, oh well.)


  1. Do you two keep meticulous notes on both the beers, dates, perhaps what you eat with them? I wonder if you like different beers at different times of day?

    1. Aw, man. Now I'm going to get all obsessive about charting times of day and correlating it to beer preferences...

      Notes, yes. Meticulous, depends on your definition. We do certainly jot down thoughts to spark our memories when we sit down to write a post. Never have we tied beer taste to the clock, though I'll be the first to say that certain beers call for sunny afternoons, others for twilight summer evenings, and some for the deep, dark depths of winter nights.

      (We don't talk about the ones that call out at breakfast.)