Sand In The Pooch, the Rogue's notes.

Prime "Tuck lounge".

     Mid-May. Water barely missing 50F. Air temps in the upper 50s. Wife and I took the canine for a Sunday board-walk. Thrasher's fries. Beach-Surf check. Warm sand and low tide brought us to the fortified 12th street jetty. Small swell. About knee, maybe thigh-high, but crumbling. Nice day. Clear. Smell of the salt air does a body good. Enough exertion to put the pooch in the shade of a strayed portion of the groin. Sand in the pooch. No problem. We walked it off of him. An incoming fog-bank and temp drop sent us back home. Waiting for this Ocean to warm. Ready for that first dip.

Mid-May's cold reflection; chilled knee-highs on the rocks. 12th Street & Atlantic Avenue, 5/15/2022.

     The waiting brew. Odell Brewing's Myrcenary Double IPA. A pun off the name Myrcene, the oils of the hop flower that produce the herbal hop aroma. Poured a pale orange with a generous 2-finger head of fluff. Herbal aroma, resinous. Mixed traces of citrus and pineapple. Flavors of pine and sweet malt, more pineapple and maybe a mango-orange combo. Smooth going down. A vicious, but masochistically enjoyable 80 IBU follow-up punch. There was no doubt about the 9.3% alcohol for sure. In not, then definitely aware by the second can. Enjoyed the sixer from the Bro In-Law over a couple 'o weeks. No mistakin' the A rating after this one.

Archer: "Lana, I'm in love with you."

Lana: "You are also shitfaced."

Archer: "I can be both."