Plane Beer - Not Plain Beer

Posted by Big Mark under Alaska Barley Wine Festival

We’re cruising at what must be - what? - 50,000, 100,000 feet? Close enough to feel the corona of the sun, our skin literally peeling back off our faces.

Am I worried? Not at all. Our 60’s-sitcom-looking, bundt-cake baking pseudo Bradyish Alice clone has the drink cart at our beck and call.

The beer is cold, it’s Alaskan Amber, and all is right with my world.

Go away, screaming redneck baby in seat 25D. I have a beer. You want some?