Tuesday, February 5, 2008

At the expense of my good friend who will remain nameless...

Saturday night. Dinner in Venice.

My good pal orders a beer. A Hoogarden. Good stuff, right?

Beer comes in a MONSTER glass. Doublegood stuff, right?

Sunday. Spectating during the men's race.

My good pal, with his chest puffed out, recounts his AWESOME HUGE beer to our new Belgian buddies.

Belgian guy says "Hoogarden? That's girl's beer."