We're now stocked and ready for Saturday's PATH Funeral Party, and we even invited a couple of Arrogant Bastards to the party! All those Raging Bitches in the fridge with their tiny torches and pitchforks gave the four Arrogant Bastards a very special welcome this afternoon. I hate to think what's going to happen when I shut the door and the light goes out!
Guess what I discovered? There's a little essay on the back of the Arrogant Bastard bottle that I never read before. Patience will tell you that's because I was pie-eyed last November, but I was only "happy" and completely exhausted after getting up at 4 a.m. to do a StopPATH yard sale and a landowners' meeting before driving over to Frederick. Here's what the Arrogant Bastard has to say for itself:
Arrogant Bastard Ale
ar ro gance (ar o gans) n. The act or quality of being arrogant; haughty; undue assumption; overbearing conceit.
Arrogant Bastard Ale: This is an aggressive beer. You probably won't like it. It is quite doubtful that you have the taste or sophistication to be able to appreciate an ale of this quality and depth. We would suggest that you stick to safer and more familiar terrirtory --- maybe something with a multi-million dollar ad campaign aimed at convincing you it's made in a little brewery, or one that implies that their tasteless fizzy yellow beer will give you more sex appeal. Perhaps you think multi-million dollar ad campaigns make a beer taste better (or a transmission line "needed"). Perhaps you're mouthing your words as you read this.
See you all on Saturday! Even you, PATH... you can come and stand at the fence on the property you own next door and watch us having fun at your expense, like the dorky kid who didn't get invited to the party.