It’s Not You, It’s Me.

On December the 14th I came home from a loooong day at church (it was Live Nativity weekend) and happened upon the idea of enjoying a nice Samuel Adams Holiday Porter while watching a movie or checking the internets or whatever it was that I was doing.  So, I do and all is good with the world.  Then I go to bed.  Then I wake up at 2:30 am with gastrointestinal disturbances.  Then begins a ridiculous 8 hour ordeal with vomitting and a phenomenon I would like to call “butt pee.”  Now being somewhat of an expert on what tastes good/bad/neutral when passing past your taste buds in the wrong direction, I was unprepared for what an awful, awful experience Holiday Porter is, especially mixed with bile and stomach acids.  And, because of that, dearest beer, we are on a break.