Our favorite beer brand found it's way to Los Angeles!

Connie and I were shopping at Ralph's and headed down the beer isle to load up for Jill's house on Tuesday night. When I saw the Lenine's Sunset Wheat, I gasped. Loudly. Connie, then seeing what I saw, also gasped. Loudly. We're pretty sure we startled several other patrons. Foolish patrons who were buying foolish beers.

We bought three of the five sixers on the shelf. I can't wait.

I can only hope this is the beginning of whole Leinie's line coming to Los Angeles, and the tripling of my waistline.

OR..."The Other Third Wheel."

Before I start the story, I need to give some of you who don't know a little character background.

This is my good buddy, Adam. When Adam and I are together, we become giggling 15 year-old boys. Farts and boobs. Adam, for a period of time, was single and when we'd hang out, Connie was often the third wheel. Which, she openly dislikes.

Fade in.

Saturday afternoon, the wonder-trio of Connie, Adam and I were invited to a housewarming party of some good friends. Connie decided it would be a good idea to grab some flower-type thing on the way to their house. Connie, not being a fan of highway driving, voluntarily sits in back so she wouldn’t freak out, and Adam sits shotgun.

We head to Ralph's. Connie exits the vehicle to pick-up some type of arrangement and I find a place to park.

While waiting, Adam and I were conversing about politics or stem cell research or modern art pieces, I don't recall. Connie emerges from the door I dropped her off from and crosses to the parking lot.

I pull up to meet her.

Now, please note that at this moment, Ralph's is chaos. The 4pm sun is burning right into my eyes. The main drive area has been overtaken by thirty-dollar Christmas trees, and for whatever reason (read: people suck) drivers can't handle the trees poking out an extra foot from the building. Throw pedestrians and old people driving into the mix, you get a healthy helping of bedlam soup.

Back to the story.

Connie opens the back door, and once I hear it close, we're off.

Adam and I are still yammering on about whatever we were yammering about. About two blocks into the drive, I blurt out, "Oh, and Connie. You know the rule. When you're dropped off at one grocery store door, that's the door you wait by."

Silence.

Adam and I look in the backseat to see only a large poinsettia looking back.

My first reaction is complete confusion. How did Connie get out of the car while it was moving? But then sanity sinks in.

...we left her at the grocery store.

Adam and I race back to the store, tears of "I can't believe we're so effing retarded" streaming down our cheeks. When we pull up, Connie is angrily storming back to the car.

Flashback to what happened.

Connie opened the rear passenger door and put the plant in, then closed the door. At that moment, I thought she had the plant in hand and was in the car. She had actually walked around to the driver's side when I sped away. Connie proceeded to wander around the parking lot, FURIOUS, thinking that Adam and I were just joking around...but we weren't. We had not noticed that Connie never made it into the car.

This is why, we're heroes.

This will get you fired. Thanks Jill.