Walking With The Dinosaur

Well I had my first ale last night. I went to The Bayou down on State Street with Lindsey and Blythe. It was a Belgium import. Chimay I believe it was. Wasn't particularly impressed with it. Rather sweet really. I'd rather just drink champaign then drink a beer that tastes like champaign. Abietly it still didn't stop me drinking it. It did go down. All five bottles I had went down pretty well.

Still all in all, if that is what all ales taste like, I think I am just going to stick with the lagers. I don't need sweet beer. It is just not right.

Then again the highlight of the night was definitely the sweet potato fries that where on the menu. Talk about yummy! I really should make some of my own. I really love sweet potato. Though I cannot confess to completely understanding the American obsession of mixing mashed sweet potato with marshmallows. Not appealing...

I got a weird phone message this morning. I didn't have my phone on last night, but when I turned it on this morning, there was a voice message on it from 2.55AM. I listended to it, and was rather shocked. It was one of my friends and his girlfriend, and they where... doing something naughty... From the sound of it they mustn't of realized they had rung the phone and that I'd get an earful of... their role-playing game...

Dear lord, if it wasn't for the fact I have this message on my Voice Mail machine I wouldn't believe it. Though how am I going to approach my friends about this... tell them a paddle is better? Dear lord, what a quagmire...

There is a production of "Oklahoma" on the television at the moment. I wonder if it is the Hugh Jackman West End version. Either way, I am going to go watch it.