Okay, apparently I didn't get the memo. Number one fashion in Albany, NY, this spring: beards. Yes, you heard me. All of a sudden, I am surrounded by nineteenth century hermits. Don't get me wrong, they are quite sexy, now that I know men old enough to actually populate their faces with relatively dense hair, rather than sparse and ridiculous tufts that resemble sage brush on the high prairie.

Also, I must say that Molson's has the absolute most fabulous little sayings on their bottles. It is true that this has been done by many marketing departments in charge of product packaging (think laffy-taffy/ magic hat/ snapple), but the folks at Molson are clearly just buzzed enough, but not too buzzed, to do a good job. My bottle, just now, reads, "My Kisses Taste Like Lager." Haha ha! Brilliant!