salad days are here again

Way back in 1999, a small brewery in Northampton, Massachusetts announced it was producing a limited run micro brew called Gay Pride Beer. Being nineteen and easily amused, I thought it might be nice to have some around. And as luck had it, my girlfriend was a sophomore at nearby Mount Holyoke College, and she grudgingly agreed to hook me up.

The old gal had a friend who worked at the liquor barn, so one Friday night she set out to score me some gay booze. "Karen!" she announced as she stormed through the door. "Gimme the queerest beer you got!"

Unfortunately, her request had come a little prematurely-- the beer hadn't been distributed yet. So poor Karen, eager to please but at a total loss for what this lunatic wanted, had to think on her feet.

"Well...we...um..." she stammered. "We got Amstel Light!"