Actually, it's down to a five-pack now, and the $35 might be overstating things too. But in one of those moves that occasionally win people various humanitarian awards, the Ski Bum's Mom smuggled out a six-pack of Fat Tire this past weekend. It's greatly appreciated. The one beer I've cracked open tasted GREAT -- somehow Fat Tire tastes better when it's a rare treat.
This gives me the chance to do the possible Fat Tire-Rogue Dead Guy beer-off, to establish which is better ... but you know, I don't think I really would want to know the results. Graham Greene had one wife and two mistresses at once ... by comparison, it should be easy for me to simultaneously love two beers.