Maybe it's because my mental life's backing track has recently been featuring a lot of the filk songs of the late great Robert Lynn Asprin.* Which is of course not so much an explanation as moving of the question down the stack. At any rate — Last week, I happened to be at the River Street Whole Foods while the beer buyer was stocking the cooler. So I got to talking to him and bought some things on his recommendation. I didn't have very high expectations for one of them — I was fairly sure it was going to be one of those beers that beer snobs in general like but I don't. But I figured it was worth a shot. I tried it the other day, and it was just way too much for me. Even as an accompaniment to coconut curry. So I pulled out out of the fridge and set it on a counter in the pantry til I decide who to give it to. I just noticed it there while getting a cup of coffee, and decided who to give it to. The intended recipient is one of the few people on the planet who may be more fond of puns than I am. And immediately on deciding to give him the beer, a voice emerged in the back of my head:
Hoppy beer-day to you! Hoppy beer-day to you! Hoppy beer-day, Hoppy beer-day Hoppy beer-day to you!
* Generally in his own voice, often including (if I let them slip into the foreground) visuals of Bob at some Con or other almost 30 years ago, laying claim to the spotlight in some bar or hospitality suite.