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Don your vorpal blade –
Monday is the Jabberwock.
Can you slay it? Please?

How in the blazes is it Monday already?  Did I step into a time warp?  Did I spend the entire weekend talking to The Silence? Or did I “fritter” away the time with my family, IKEA, yardwork, Netflix, beer, and books? (Yes, the last seems most likely.)

Oh well, whatever the circumstances, I’m back here at work again, the kids are back in school, and everything’s pretty much normal again.  Hooray for the weekends – may I have a second helping please?

This past weekend, my niece participated in the Big South club volleyball tournament in Atlanta, Georgia.  Last month, my wife, the consummate women’s volleyball fan (especially if my niece is involved), had suggested we travel along and provide some away-team support.  We decided in the end to turn it into a weekend getaway for Dee and myself to go check out a little bit of Atlanta and cheer on my niece and her teammates in their bid for Nationals.

Although we didn’t get on the road until Friday afternoon, we somehow managed to avoid the worst of the traffic and checked into the hotel only about 15 minutes later than expected.  Since my niece was playing Friday night, we grabbed our gear and headed out to catch the MARTA train from a park-and-ride station to avoid driving into the city.  I had a little fun along the way:

Breakin' the law My first MARTA station

We were ravenously hungry by the time we made it inside the convention center where the games were taking place, but we were pressed for time and the only concession stand still open was a gourmet hot-dog stand.  If you haven’t had a $9 hot dog before – let me tell you – if you’re hungry enough, they’re delicious, but I’d probably recommend you try to find somewhere else to eat, for the value.

This is what a $9 hot dog looks like.

It was close to 8:00 by this time, and most of the teams had already left for the night, but my niece had one match left to play, so we hunkered up on the court-side folding chairs and cheered our hearts out for the girls.

Setting the blurry ball.

It was pretty exciting stuff, but after the 5 hour drive and an hour of edge-of-your-seat excitement, I was wiped.  We hurried back to the MARTA station before the Celtics/Hawks game finished up, shared the car back with some Wrestlemania Axxess fans who were in town for their own convention, and crashed for the night.

It turned out that we had a little free time the next morning, as the play from the previous day put my niece’s team in the afternoon action.  We took a couple of hours to check out the nice neighborhoods in North Atlanta and went out to lunch at the Gordon Biersch Brewery & Restaurant, where I treated myself to a mouth-watering pulled-pork sandwich and a very-tasty beer sampler:

Soooo yummy...and as big as my head (almost)They were all delicious!

We settled in at one of the 150+ volleyball courts at the convention center and cheered on my niece as they tore apart the competition in a fierce match that had us yelling until we were hoarse.  My niece played extra-well, which was perfect timing since the volleyball coach from the college she’ll be attending next year was present and looking on.  She definitely caught my niece during the right game!

My niece sets for the spike and point.

There was a break in the action until dinner time, so Dee and I strolled across the street to check out the CNN Center and get some celebrity photo-ops:

Spiral staircase at the CNN Center Larry and MeLarry and DeeAwkward Half-Hug with Soledad O'Brien Anderson Cooper seems oddly unphased by my wife's flirty behavior

Dee was eager to go take in a few more matches before it was my niece’s turn again, so she headed back down to the madness.  I took a little break from the roar of the crowds, ref’s whistles, and shouts of adrenaline-fuelled athletes and found a nice quiet wall in the convention center to hunker down against and read a couple chapters of my book.  (Plus, my phone needed charging).

Dunkin' Donuts and a good book.

It was a nice oasis of calm in the midst of an otherwise bustling day.  Recharged (both the phone and my brain), I rejoined my wife on the floor where we screamed our hearts out cheering for my niece’s team in their last match of the day.

Pink hair for breast cancer day

Saturday night, we had a low-key dinner and crashed, worn out from the sightseeing and cheering.  We had an early start on Sunday, checking out of the hotel and getting back to the convention center in time for the girls’ final game of the tournament.  It was a nail-biter, with both teams playing some of their best volleyball of the tournament.  My niece’s team, up 1 game, barely lost the second 27-25.  The 3rd game tiebreaker, (played only to 15) had everyone on the edge of their seats as the two teams battled back and forth, stealing point after point away from each other until the score was tied at 14-14.  Heart in my throat, I watched the other team play an incredible last two points to take the game, the match, and the chance to play again later that afternoon in bracket play.

My niece was finished, and it was time for us to head home.  We took our time getting back, but I was happy to be home and give our kids a giant hug and a kiss when we finally walked in the door.  Too exhausted to do much of anything, we ordered pizza and hung out with the girls until bedtime, when we all promptly crashed and slept the sleep of the dead.

So where did my weekend go?  Looking back, we did a lot more than it feels like.  The whole thing was one big whirlwind of activity, and although I feel like it only took about 12 hours of my life to do/see everything we did in Atlanta, looking back on the photos now, I’m thinking it was time well spent.

He Brews HE’BREWs

Posted: 2007-09-17 in General
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Yod's post about his mystery beer got me hankering for some beer of my own, so I stopped off at the nearest grocery store on my way home on Friday.  I was interested in checking out something new when a 6-pack caught my eye.

That's right.  This is HE'BREW: The Chosen Beer.  Genesis Ale, to be specific.  The fake Hebrew-looking letters and the corny packaging drew me right in.  By the time I had read the side of a bottle, I was hooked:

Why is this beer different from all other beers?  In the beginning, there was an idea, and it was good.  A Gourmet Kosher Microbrew to celebrate the bounty of our own American land of milk and honey.  Our first creation is Genesis Ale, a rich, smooth, and distinctive light brown ale.  A smidgen of Middle East, a dash of American West.  Then we tasted it, and it was very good.  After 5000 years of civilization, finally a microbrew with the chutzpah to call itself The Chosen Beer.  From the Golden Gate to the City of Gold, may HE'BREW join in the blessings of your lives…To Life!  L'Chaim!                  

                -Jeremy Cowan, Creator

Definitely a beer after my own heart.  Needless to say, I bought some and stuck it in my fridge for tasting later that evening.

The beer itself is actually quite good.  Like the packaging says, it's a brown ale.  Even though the website says it's a cross between a west coast style pale ale and and amber ale, I thought it was closer to some nut brown ales I've had before.  Of course, I'll need to try some of the Messiah Bold nut brown ale they brew to make a comparison.

Just like it said on the bottle, the beer itself is Kosher, and has the little kosher certification stamped on the bottle, the cardboard packaging, and just about everywhere you could think to look.  Sort of a gimmick, but still interesting to note.

Overall, I'd give the beer 4 out of 5 stars.  Definitely one I'll be picking up again.  After all, "Chutzpah never tasted so good!"

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Back at Topsail Island, eating ice cream in the sun…

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