Tri-met forced me to drink Sour Beers.

Really. I finally made it to Cascade Brewing's Barrel House to sample some of their delicious sour Beer. I'm glad I got to stop in and try it, but I really had no intention of going there yesterday. I had no intention of going out for a drink, driving anywhere near the area, killing the battery in the truck because the headlight reminder didn't activate, walking a mile from where I parked (on the North end of the "Goat Field Lot") to get to a volunteer shift at Free Geek, or waiting 40+ minutes for a 15 minute interval Tri-met bus service that told me I could catch the bus a block from my house some 40+minutes earlier than when I walked back home with my son and drove us down so we would be on time and not lose our shift to some walk-in. Hmm, does that adequately address the situation we found ourselves in yesterday?

Source: Oregonian article, October 2010

After the volunteer shift my son and I put in, we discovered the battery in the truck had died because I had left the lights on (my bad, but I have a valid excuse.) I tried calling and texting my spouse repeatedly for quite some time, but to no avail, because she had the sound turned off. I had also tried to contact one of my siblings, who I hoped to catch before he was back over the river from his job in PDX... too late, he got back to me after he arrived home. However, he did offer to head over and help anyway, and after a number of miscommunications he arrived after my other half  was already finally on the way. It was kind of amusing, actually, to see the VW bus parked on the sidewalk with the jumper cables from its passenger side battery passing through the driver's side window to the battery under the hood of the F-150.

We also just happened to be a block away from the Cascade Brewing Barrel House which, since we all had ended up near, seemed like a good place to grab a Beer and a bite to eat after the various frustrating and complicated events of the afternoon.

I had the Spring Gose which had a subtle sour quality and a mellow, yet sturdy backbone with a touch of sea salt that really tied the whole thing together well. I also got to try the darker, tarter Sang Rouge and Sang Royal and they were very tasty, too. You know I'll be heading back. The quesadilla plates were well made also and I will have to indulge in the Black Bean and Hummus Quesadilla Sandwich more fully! I've been meaning to get down to this place for quite some time now and I'm glad to have tried it. This is definitely worth repeating (the Beer and the food, not the driving around to find a parking place where you can kill your vehicle battery and discover that fact multiple hours later.)

So, no thanks to Tri-met. Even though I enjoyed going over to Cascade Brewing after "the Ordeal", I'm still rather pissed about the fucked-up service from my local mass-transit provider (here let me put a "Bird" on that.) I'm also kind of peeved about the faulty headlamp switch in the truck, too, which led to the other half of the cause yesterday. We made it home, though, and enjoyed some relaxation and my son got to set up his "project computer" with a new wireless adapter so he can has connected to teh internets.

Hope your days are going smoother and less frustratingly than mine, Cheers!