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.)