It's not me. No. It was Stan's post about the limited utility of the concept of a "rare" beer and I suggested "special" is about as dopey. Then Mr. Beaumont did the right thing and announced that in honour of Stan's observation he was going to open a bottle he saved for some special day. He opened a Stone 13th anniversary. Apparently, Tuesday 28 July 2009 is a special day. It is. It is. It's just that no one knew how special it would be.
Me, I picked to open something that might have lasted longer or could be given to a hop head friend, Sierra Nevada 2009 Southern Hemisphere Harvest Fresh Hop Ale. Picked a stout 24 oz. bottle for under five bucks at Tully's in Maine the other week. The goblet, carefully picked, is a 1960s style stemmed and dimpled US lager glass with lobsters and curvy lady divers on it heralding Old Orchard Beach Maine, in red ink. Yowza. Nice maltiness with marmalade, orange fluid and a lighter finish after spicy weedy hops. Not too big but certainly beefy. The bottle even says "2d release". I would have sworn it was the 7th. Does that mean second this year, as in this is 2009(b), or just that there was a 2008 edition. These questions haunt me. Plenty of BAer love.
Otherwise, all in all, very Tuesday-esque. And this Tuesday I raise my chalice particularly to the passing of Lew's pal Gary, an intense and happy beer fan who passed away far too young. And unlike the slightly picky Beaumont (how ever will the man put on that weight) I had mine with handfuls of multi-coloured Goldfish crackers (the sort that they don't let you buy in Canada) that had been spilled on the chesterfield as that was the nearest thing the kids left around the house for me to nibble upon.