The First Annual Easter-Beer Hunt

Thanks to everyone for stopping by, it was a blast and everyone's decorated beers looked awesome. Extra props to Sarey who got lost, was turned away at multiple stops to find beers, had to deal with our other dead-beat La Bertha friends being flakers and still managed to make it for the hunt. The Seeker Supremo award goes to Vivi who found a whopping seven brews.

The Collection:



The following beers are some of the favorites we found around the house while picking up this morning. We tried to represent everybody here, but some, of course, went home with the people who found them. I tried to credit the creators through guessing and memory, but please correct me if I've mis-labeled any.

Emily:




Javier:





Justin:


Tara:



Kris:







Richard?:


Stephanie:


Sergio:



Semmel:


Vivi:
(This first one may be Albert's?)




Myself (the black one went home with Semmel):



Brooke (the only one we managed to keep):



How to Make Easter Beers:
In case you were curious on our methods, or wanted to see our finished product before the hunt...

Step 1: Prep beers
We first let our beers warm up to room temp to avoid condensation while we were painting them. Next, we soaked them in water for just a bit so we could easily peel and scrub off the labels and then dried them off with a towel. Lastly we taped off the beers' mouth pieces so no one would be sucking on paint while they drank up.


Step 2: Paint 'em up
We got an assortment of rattle cans in Easter themed colors from the Home Depot and sprayed up our prepped bottles and then let them dry before we added some finishing touches. Each bottle got at least two coats.


Step 3: Fine tune
Brooke, very craftily, did some nice mixed media of bunnies and baby chicks on her bottles with paint and ink. I cut a stencil of a bunny (which ended up looking more creepy than cute IMO), and then hit it with some much less artistic inking of my own.


...and here's our finished products:




I thought our plastic deer planter added a nice element to this photo shoot...

Sergio Mendes records go well with Easter-Beers...


In the fridge, cooling back down in preparation for hiding...




The end. Again, thanks to all for showing up, painting beers, hiding them, and finding them. We are looking forward to the next one!
Happy Easter everybody!

I Win

Oh shit. Black Butte Porter sold at my local liqour store just blocks from skid row? No clue how. Sent from angels probably. Beer loving, boot wearing angels from Oregon.

Has Black Butte Porter finally arrived in L.A., or is this just a freak occurance? I've been scouring the local liqour stores and wine shops for the past 8 or so years patiently waiting... and it seems as if last night, the moment to get stupid on some of Oregon's finest finally arrived.

Best Fucking Pancakes Ever!

I know you like pancakes. Don't lie. Just the other day your mom called me up and told me she saw you making out with an IHOP menu. I understand her concern. Here is the end all best recipe to satisfy those unholy urges you have towards this flat morning delicacy.

Ingredients:

• 1 3/4 cups of unbleached all purpose mother-fuckin' flour;
• 3 1/2 TEAspoons of the baking powder (no, not baking soda, you will fuck it up if you use soda);

• 2 TABLEspoons of that sweet ass sugar;

• 1/2 TEAspoon of that sodium product known as salt;

• 1 lonely egg (a gregarious egg simply will NOT DO);

• 1 3/4 cups of the cow milk;

• 1 TEAspoon of pure vanilla extract;
• 3 TABLEspoons of melted butter (a microwave oven is nice for this step).

Directions:

Directions brought to you by Ollie imitating S.L. Jackson

Step motherfuckin' one: Mix the flour, the baking powder, the sugar, and the salt together in a big ass bowl.

Step motherfuckin' two: Crack that lonely motherfuckin' egg and drop him in that big ass bowl along with your milk, vanilla and butter. Stir that shit up real nice with your favorite whisk, BUT DO NOT KILL THE LUMPS, THE LUMPS ARE KEY FOR YOUR PANCAKE PLEASURE. Ya hear that? So don't over beat that shit.

Step motherfuckin' three: Heat up yr skillet or pan real nice and medium hot and get some butter cooking in there. Once that butter starts to boil, you best get your goopy ass batter into the pan, because if that butter browns... you fucked it all up.

Step motherfuckin' four: Once bubbles start trying to peek their gassy faces through that batter, flip that shit, and brown the other side. Use your judgement when to flip, if your pancakes are smoking, your pan is too hot, and you went and fucked up your pancakes by burning them.

Step five: Put those cakes on your plate and top with the syrup of your choice and MORE BUTTER! You can make your own syrup if you like, but that's a whole 'nother recipe. Now go and get your freaky pancake love on!

RESULTS: Brooke loves her some butter...
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Bowling for Jascha

Old Man Jascha decided to have a bowling tournament for his birthday. The top two bowlers would fight it out in a Bowling-Battle-Royale against Jascha in a quest for glory and the covetted right of bragging. That poor old geezer Jascha threw out his hip durring the carnage, but all was okay; after a bit of smelling salts and his hip tonic took effect, O.M.J. was back to rolling that rock in no time. I was never that great at bowling. In fact, I have always pretty much sucked at it, so to make things a little more interesting I bet Fresca a dollar that J-Bone would win it all. I guess Fresca really wanted that dollar...

Here are the results:
Winner: Kid Fresca
First Runner Up: J-Bone
Second Runner Up: Old Man Jascha
Loser: Me

Don't worry JB, I still got my money on you for the next tourney...

And here's the documentation:

Old Man Jascha: "Ouch! My hip!"


Gladiator J-Bone:


Champion Fresca:








Por la Duke Spirit, con amore, Fresca:




"So that's how it's done..." quothe O.M.J.


"Our matching uniforms are not helping us rock massive ass," screamed Whedons^2.


"I need to focus or else my honor will be compromised," vs. "Fug it, I'm in the finals no matter what..."


"Hmm... those totals just aren't tallying up... where's my phone calculator..."


"Hey, thanks to everyone for having me out here in Korea Town for this great sporting event. Is it okay if I plug my band real quick?"

(this picture has been a paid advertisement from www.theoohlas.com)

"Aw shucks..."




The Goose says, "I can't belive I was melting everyone's faces with my awesome bowling skills and still didn't get to partake in the final bloodbath of glory... dang!"


The first picture is photochopped, but just for some compositing and contrasting, for the purists, here's the originals it came from:

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Hooray for bowling!