To b and little b

Last night I got irresponsibly shitfaced, drove on roads I shouldn’t have, came home and puked all over the bed, the carpet, and the bathroom floor – again.  More importantly, I broke promises made and may have irreparably damaged what remaining trust my ever patient, always beautiful wife has in me.

She’s 39 weeks pregnant and spent the wee hours of last night cleaning up my mess instead of getting the well-deserved rest she wants and needs. She’s made impossible sacrifices the last few years and doubled down the past nine months. She is, in my eyes, nothing short of heroic.

I don’t know if I have alcohol problems or just problems. Either way, my wife and daughter-to-be deserve better, and I can’t in good faith continue with this project.

I love them both too much to hurt them more than I already have.


Five-Ounce Pours

*** AB InBev misses earnings expectations, “goes flat.” Marketing costs for Lime-A-Rita, which apparently is a real thing, are killing them. [Reuters]

*** Bristol Brewing to release 750ml Belgian-style Dubbel and Tripel. Feel free to send some to me. [equities.com]

*** Bulge bracket beer makers consolidating even more. Don’t worry boomers, your Euro Pale Lagers will stay as watery as ever. [Businessweek]

*** Bloomberg Putin says New York Russian beer taxes could rise again. You know, for the children. [Reuters]

*** Homebrewers can share their beer with friends and family at home, but don’t you fucking dare do it in public. Beer, the new public urination. [CBS Chicago]