Oktoberfest Blues

Oktoberfest Blues

by Chris Dangerfield 

"Jessie, 2011 brews only come ONCE!  Spaten Marzen from Germany, crisp, balanced, excellent head, natural amber, rich malts..."  Grinning, Todd danced madly around me waving brochures.  My adorable beer-obsessed Monkey.
 
"Nope."
 
"It's 2011 Oktoberfest Champion!"  Again the bouncing flyer.  "There's Hacker Pschorr Original.  5.80% alcohol-by-volume.  ABV."  He proudly added the acronym like it mattered.
 
"No!"
 
"Paulaner Marzen, Slyfox Lager, Ayinger Marzen..."  Brat sounding desperate.
 
"Babe.  STOP.  You're still on antibiotics.  Fine.  Here's the deal, 10 
swats... per *sip*."  I nodded thoughtfully.  "That seems quite healthy." He frowned.
 
"2012... fiiine, GOT IT!"  I hugged my smart grumpy Monkey, hard.