JDavid’s Debaucherous Birthday Bender (or Russian River Tion night @ O’Brien’s)
As soon as we saw the announcement for anniversary month at O’Brien’s pub from owner Tom Nickel, the scheming began. How could we justify so many trips to the pub in one month? And while every week offered countless tasty options spread across multiple days, it was the Russian River Brewing Company TION night that had everyone salivating (and perhaps in a few cases, prematurely ejaculating), and happened to fall just a few days before JDavid’s birthday. Perfect! One of those few days a year now when going on a serious bender is actually somewhat acceptable- that is, of course, 
assuming you don’t end up in jail for pissing on the side of the cop car that stops in the middle of the road to fuck with you when you’re walking your drunk ass home.
Unless you’re a hopeless beer geek, you might be asking yourself, what the fuck is Tion night? If you’ve read a couple of our beer posts, you’ve probably realized that each of us would quickly sell our souls (not sure who’s buying though- maybe Dick Cheney?) for a fresh pint of Pliny the Younger (IIIPA), Pliny the Elder (IIPA) or Blind Pig (IPA), part of Russian River’s amazing arsenal of quintessential Pale style beers. The Tion beers are the other side of the spectrum at RR: Belgian-inspired beers that beer genius Vinnie Cilurzo seems to have perfected, all of
which end in –tion. Pliny the Younger, along with 11 Tion beers on tap, made for the biggest clusterfuck that I have ever witnessed at O’Brien’s. Fortunately, Tom and his wife, Lindsey, and the rest of the crew at O’Brien’s did an excellent job of keeping the beer-thirsty crowd at bay, making for what has to be one of the best beer nights ever at O’Brien’s- or any beer establishment, for that matter.
This was just the first stop of an awesome birthday binge celebration that also included stops at Hamilton’s Tavern and the grand opening of Blind Lady Ale House, but instead of pretending as if I can give any semblance of a coherent recount of the night, I’ll send you over to SOB Steve, who managed to put together a fairly coherent recap of the evening (that is, except for the pseudonyms: JRhode is JDavid, JDavid is BJR, and jth is Jesse the Hutt).
Highlights from the evening included:
• Pliny the Younger, Consecration (aged in cab barrels), Beatification (a 100% spontaneously fermented beer aged in old, old wine barrels), and Supplication (aged in Pinot Noir barrels) at O’Brien’s
• Airdale Dark and Stormy Imperial Stout and Green Flash Le Freak on tap, and having the privilege of meeting the creator of Hamilton’s Jalapeno Beer Cheese Soup! (Thanks, Deb)
• Green Flash 30th Street Pale Ale and amazing Neapolitan style pizza at the Blind Lady Ale House- finally San Diego (the southern part that is) gets an establishment that knows how to do craft pizza and beer. The tap list is already outstanding at Blind Lady, but when Lee Chase gets the brewery side firing on all cylinders, this place could be hard to beat.
• JDavid looking at his crotch and saying, “no, not right now!” to the cop that asked if he was peeing, instead of pissing on his car, telling him to fuck off, and subsequently getting tossed in the drunk tank.
• My awesome, beer-loving wife hauling our drunken asses around, and not leaving me in the gutter.
Feliz Cumpleanos, JDavid!
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I am feeling every one of my 32 years after this night, but thanks to all parties, including the cop that didn’t hall me off for sassing him, the Kenyan, Tunker, SOB Steve, JessetheHutt, and BJR.
Ok ok , I think I got the nicknames straight. I think I have it fixed now on SOB. Eh, fuck it…. I’m just gonna call one of you guys Younger, one Elder, and one Pig and I think that’ll be easier to remember. Maybe I’ll just be RRIPA.
So, wait: was J David actually pissing on the cop car? Please tell me he was. Either way, looking down to check before replying had to make the doughnut-eating fucker laugh, which may be why he didn’t arrest anyone.
No, JTH was pissing in the bushes. That’s why I was talking to the copper. He came up behind us while JTH was pissing, went down to the light, did a U-turn came back up the other side of the street and said something I could not hear from the sidewalk. At that point I decided it would be a good idea to cross the street and walk over to his car for a quick tete a tete. He asked about pissing, which I denied; he asked about being drunk, which I acknowledged; he asked about the water bottle, which I insisted he smell. The shitty thing that I didn’t recall at the time of my brazen approach was that one of us bastards had bottles of beer on us. Me? I don’t know.
I think I would rather be called Elder as the oldest, than Pig as the fattest.