No, Heine for me, thank you. I almost never drink anymore, but on the rare occasion that I tip back a couple, I enjoy a good Sam Adams. (Boston Lager and the Hefeweizen are hard to beat.) As for bourbon / whiskey, if it ain't from Kentucky, it ain't worth drinkin'.

My last experience with the "kickin' chicken", I regained conciousness in the hallway of a posh hotel in Philadelphia, with my head leaned against my door and nothing on except my boxers. Luckily the rest of my clothes, minus my wallet and room key, were in a pile on the other side of the hallway. I'm sure the gentleman working the front desk still talks about the guy who was so drunk he locked himself out of his room. From what I've been told, I made a lot of friends that night. Just wish I could remember how I ended up in the hallway with no clothes on!

However, my butt wasn't sore the next morning, so it seems I was either lucky or able to watch my own back... literally.

I mean Philly
is called the city of
brotherly love. We used to converse frequently, but the next time I have an open dialogue with "The Turkey" it will be from the confines of my own home.
Swoop