Oh man, so the Beer Whores spilled a couple times tonight, and it brought up memories. I have this thing called the Henrickson Curse. It’s mostly a joke about balding men and prominent adam’s apples that run in the family, but there’s a more sinister side: Henricksons are known for knocking over beverages of all kinds.

No, really. I knock shit over all the time – mostly when it’s liquid and of course will go spilling everywhere, making everyone angry. I also used to be extremely gangly and awkward, for whatever reason, and now move a little more slowly than I really need to. I’m overly cautious, perhaps to a fault. I just hate knocking shit over and stubbing my toes, you know? Just tonight, coming home after pub quiz, I accidentally kicked my jet-black cat Charlene because the porch light is out right now. I probably hit the light last night, leading to it burning out, so there it is. The Henrickson curse. Charlene the cat was okay, I didn’t kick her hard. More of a walking-and-she-was-in-the-way thing. I still felt bad though. I gave her some of her favorite food so she wouldn’t hate me.

Aaaanyway! Tonight Frog Brigade took the first place spot, with the Beer Whores close on their heels taking second. The Max that are Miracles and Dazed & Confused will have their day soon, I can feel it!

Also, Verboort Sausage Festival will be awesome. Saturday for anyone interested. I think half the people I know are going, so it’s gonna be an awesome night of beer, mashed potatoes, and sausage. I got so full last time I’m amazed I didn’t explode my poor stomach. It was so worth the way-too-full feeling though. That food and beer is so good. Mmm. See you thurr peeps!