D-Rail's "Great Balls of Fire"

Recently, we learned of a relatively shocking secret about one of our BC4M brethren, the Notorious DIG, or better known to most of us as D-Rail. It seems that every year around his birthday, he hosts a invitation only party at his beach side condo in an attempt to finally rid himself of his virginity (as a 16 year old he had promised his Ugandan wet nurse he would wait till marriage to do so). D-Rail, after years of endless searching through mail order bride catalogs and being banned from online Hindu dating sites for his future bride had decided to instead look for Miss Right Fucking Now. Along with his metrosexual, cornhole loving, and Bud Light mouth hugging roommate, he has been putting together an annual event combining the finest elements of debauchery, chicanery, and utter bacchanalian revelry that generally ends with his striking out with the fairer sex. All of this ribald behavior had gone unknown to the BC4M until a few weeks ago when the lead internet and marketing guru of the group, John Wilder was perusing some of the literally hundreds of ads he has running on Craig's List. Wilder is at any one time selling a veritable gamut of used merchandise, anything from old caulk guns to "gently" used Christmas cards.  Somehow, while looking in the "for sale" section he stumbled across D-Rail's ad in the personals for what promised to be the mother of all parties, something called "BONEHENGE 2011, A FEAST FOR YOUR MOUTH". It seems that D-Rail's roomie also runs a wayward single mom shelter and had smuggled a select group of the girls over for the party in a half-hearted attempt to get some BOO-TAY for each of them. Amazingly enough, this would indeed be the breakthrough year for our half-Egyptian, half-Ecuadorian but 100% "futbol" loving lothario. It seems that one young mother of 2 with one in the oven was in attendance who had recently emigrated here from the far east. One look at D-Rail was all it took as she instantly felt a heat in her currently occupied love nest that could only be quelled in one way and by one man. Unbeknownst to D-Rail, in an attempt to ensure her hormonal desires were met, she had secretly spiked his beer with an entire sample pack of the little blue magic pill. After almost 5 hours of him "beating the breaks off" the young mama-san, out of breath with a heart rate of nearly 200 and with his still ready junk feeling like it had been dipped in freshly erupted lava, he realized he was in need of medical attention. A frantic D-Rail called our own Dr Bim for guidance, who after laughing his ass off at the story, said, "Man, you don't need a Doctor, what you need is a new woman".  A short time later at the ER, the situation was finally remedied by a new procedure that should strike fear in most straight men, the "milking the prostate". To celebrate his birthday and his new found success with the ladies, the BC4M gathered at Fred's to share some new beers and hear more about his conquest. First up was a gift brought over by Beach Brewing's own Chicago Mike who was accompanied by his lovely bride, Xena, the Hop Princess. He opened a growler of their Typhoon (11.0%), a wheatwine that is brewed with sake yeast. Sweet, although a little flat it left a nice burn at the end, sorta like D-Rail's new lady did on that magical evening when they met. The night had started off with a good so we then tried a New Belgium Lips of Faith Wet Hop (7.0%). The hops tasted like they were pulled from under a pile of a used diapers at the local daycare as they had a musty overtone and pungent aroma that left little to be desired in the beer. A so/so at best, we then opened a Pelican Pub & Brewery Grand Cru de Pelican (9.5%). Light, crisp and full of refreshing lemon zest flavor, this one was a surprise hit among the gathered who were anticipating a typical boring Belgian style beer. "Damn, that shit is tasty" said Wilder as we gave it a really good. Next was a Klamath Basin Brewing Vanilla Porter (6.7%). Thin and watery like the discharge from a street urchin with a raging case of gonorrhea it had only the slightest of vanilla notes and was nothing to write home about so it only rated a so/so. Jackie O's Chunga's Oud Bruin (9.0%), a sour brown ale was a hit, as it's sour notes were perfectly tart without being too mouth puckering. Another really good it was followed by Jackie O's Bourbon Berry Grove (12.0%) which was decent but not as good as Chunga and then a Jackie O's Cherry Wood Ya Honey (11.0%)  a sour ale aged in bourbon barrels with a delicious mix of cherries added to the batch. The Drunken Polack liked it so much he remarked to his new fiance, the always fiesty Polly Pocket with, "Hey, would you blow me honey?" Thankfully, even as her eyes lit up with exuberance with the suggestion of some under the table CPR, she instead offered to give him the "full roadie" on the ride home before she had finished uncorking his stiffy . "Lucky fucking bastard", said Bim as Snake said, "Now that's a fucking show I wouldn't mind seeing". The next beer was an Upright Brewing Late Harvest (7.0%), a farmhouse /saison ale that is brewed with a menagerie of spices and blended from various wine and spirits barrels. Slightly sour with a hint of barnyard funk, it was a superior saison and earned a really good. Next was a a couple from Cigar City, Sea Bass (8.0%) another saison that was decent with a peppery kick and Campeador Rurik Ale (11.25%) a blend of old ale and imperial stout that was delicious. One of only 204 bottles ever made, it had the standard Cigar City cedar back drop on top of a rich strong stout. "Tastes like boozy breakfast syrup" said Fred, as the group all raved over its deep texture. Another really good, we then pried the top off of Midnight Sun Arctic Rhino (5.0%), a coffee porter that had "a cool as fuck label" according to Bim. Too bad the beer lacked the depth of the label, as it was thin and watery with just a hint of coffee so it only got a so/so. Another dark as night beer, the Mother Earth Silent Night (9.0%) was easily the best beer they make. "Shit, if they made everything this fucking good, they would be awesome" said Wilder, as Chicago Mike added, "Put a nipple on this bitch, I am gonna suck on it all night". "He meant the fucking beer, right?" wondered a suddenly alarmed Fred. Brouwerij Fonteinen Schaerbeekse Kriek (6.0%) was next. "Damn, that  sure is a mouthful" said D-Rail to which Snake countered, "That's not what your girlfriend said". Sour cherry flavored from start to finish, it wasn't the best Kriek we had tasted but it was refreshing in it's own right rating a good. Fantome Strange Ghost (8.0%) was then pulled from the cooler and even though it looked like the runoff from a pig trough, it had a complex palate of flavors that made your tongue work overtime to decipher. It seems maybe the BC4M might actually like a few saisons and this one was no different earning a really good. The night was going strong, and the boys were still thirsty so we were prepared to keep raiding Fred's stash, but it was about this time that D-Rail received about 150 texts from a horny Tatiana wondering why the fuck he wasn't home in bed with her. "One more for the road boys, Daddy's got work to do" said a suddenly excited D-Rail so we pulled out a Georgetown Brewing Donkey Deux (8.4%), a belgian dubbel from Seattle that was overly sweet and ripe with that annoying belgian flavor. "I'd rather take a donkey punch to the taint than drink this again" said Crazy Ken, while Fred added, "They should have called this crap donkey doo-doo". D-Rail quickly shotgunned his and rushed out the door for a night that he hoped wouldn't again end in the ER. That was a week ago and we still haven't heard from him and his little geisha....hell that just means more beer for the rest of us....Cheers and Happy New Year motherfuckas!