Job Well Done

Acting like a couple of 19 year olds who don't know when to quit, McCarley and I wandered out onto the patio to see if there was anything left in the keg from the previous nights party. The cool Denver night air kept the keg nice and icy over night. Sure enough, there was just enough slightly flat beer in the bottom of the container for two more draws. Somehow, this Miller product tasted even better at 10 a.m. on Sunday morning than it did the night before.