A Cause for Celebration?

It has been quite a little while, but I finally had another blog-worthy beer. Two, actually. The first came at the amazing establishment of Mo's Bar and Grill (358 S. West Temple). This beer is noteworthy for two reasons: 1) It was my first beer in over two weeks (story to follow). 2) I discovered one of Salt Lake's best kept beer value secrets; the personal pitcher. Let me tell you about this pitcher. It works out to be the maximum allowable beer to be consumed by one person at one time in the state of Utah, at roughly 2.5 beers. And you get this at the more-than-fair price of $6.50. And I'm not talking about yellow beer here peeps. I enjoyed myself Uinta's Gelande Amber Lager. Now let me explain why it had been so long between beers.

On the evening of 5 January, yours truly lost my marbles. And I'm not talking about the, "oh look, Danny's doing something adorably crazy" losing marbles, I'm talking full nudity, slight hallucination, days without sleep, very little food, committed by my own brother crazy. This resulted in my spending a week in a psych unit in Utah County (yes, you read that correctly). No need to delve into more details than that, except to tell you that I have the world's most amazing friends and family and I am now a fan of the people of Utah County. I got out of the hospital on Saturday, 16 January while my brother John was in Vegas doing comedy.

So upon John's return from Vegas, my ever-so-sweet mother decided to treat the entire family to dinner at her favorite restaurant, Buca di Beppo. In addition to this, my amazing brother Robby bought us a pitcher of Bohemian Brewery's Viennese Lager (easily one of Utah's best beers). Now, what's most interesting about this night is there was some confusion as to what we were actually celebrating. You see, I had just returned from a week in a psych unit. Not something I would usually think to celebrate. John had returned from a comedy tour that took him to Sioux Falls, South Dakota and Las Vegas, Nevada. He had made some money on this trip, but spent virtually all of it on his airfare home. The best thing about this is that he ended up missing his flight, wasting the ticket, and getting a ride home from a most charitable friend.

So my question remains, what exactly were we celebrating? The answer, of course, is who gives a shit? Does anyone really need a reason to get together with family and drink beer? I love beer, I love my family, and when the two of these things join forces it is a most blessed event.

Happy drinking!