Beerfest and a fest of... well, Cirôc, actually... and cheesesteaks

Brandy and I went to see Beerfest last weekend.  Yes, somehow I  convinced her to see yet another Broken Lizard movie.

OK, I exaggerate somewhat.  Aside from some of the gratuitous nudity and the recurring dick / bodily function / substance abuse humor, she did enjoy Super Troopers and Club Dread, so it wasn't too difficult to convince her to go.  I'm certainly glad we did.

Funny movie, a solid grade-B effort.  Not as side-achingly funny as Super Troopers, but it had more than it's fair share of belly laughs.  I really don't want to give anything away, so I'll leave you with some choice words:  Grand Gam Gam, summer sausage, Jürgen Prochnow, Das Boot, beer pong, one dollar, Landfill Two, frog research.

C'mon, it's a movie about beer.  And drinking beer.  And training to drink beer.  And contains the funniest (and nakedest) cultural collision in a biergarten since National Lampoon's European Vacation.

However, I must admit that it seemed obvious that there's going to be an uncensored / unrated version of the movie coming on DVD.  And I'll be buying it.

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Last night, we went out with some of Brandy's friends from work.  It was "Drinking for a Good Cause" as a couple of guys were raising money for the Waves to Wine Bike Tour, benefitting the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.  Nice little event.  After having a few Cirôc cocktails (the only alcohol you could get with a drink ticket), Brandy and I picked up a Jake's cheesesteak on the way home.  Excellent steak, very highly recommended.

But now, I REALLY want to take a trip to Philly soon.  Jim's is calling.

Oh, Jesus.  In researching that last link, I just discovered that Jim's overnights cheesesteaks anywhere in the country.  I know it won't be the same.  I know this steak doesn't exist.  I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious.  After nine years, you know what I realize?  Ignorance is bliss.  Oh, wait.  I mean, I need to experience the real thing, in Philadelphia.  And to have Pat's and Geno's for comparison purposes.  Mmmmm... cheesesteak.