Darcey Turner
Sat Jun 11 14:08:43 -0700 2005
Oh, what irony... my hubby gets introduced to Moose Drool in West Yellowstone, Montana, at dinner one night. We are tourists from Western Washington State, and are only here for a few days. Hubby is a dark beer connoisseur and has found his perfect beer. As a souvenir his buddy buys him a Moose Drool glass from the restaurant. We are out the door maybe six steps when we hear the shattering of glass. The bag had slipped from his hand and hit the sidewalk and all of our stomachs did a flip flop. (Then I had to laugh, of course, which he did not find amusing!) After wiping the tears from my eyes and catching my breath, we went back inside and got him another glass, one for the road, so to speak. This one made it back to the hotel room safely, and even made it all the way back to Washington. One of the kids dropped it when we got here. Oops! His fondness for Moose Drool outlived the six pack he had brought back from Montana. The search for the brew began. After weeks of searching he finally found it--two hours and a ferry ride away. He special ordered 3 cases from the little U-disrtict convenience store he finally found it at. Luckily for him, and my sanity, Moose Drool made it's way to our little town about a year and a half later, and here it has remained, so he lived happily ever after.