It seems like the only time I ever drink beer is when Lorraine and Dylan are in town. I think this is partly because those two are terrible influences, and partly because Dylan is the only person I trust to order me a beer I'm gonna like. This one is apparently called "Big Rock Traditional", though according to Dylan I can call it "Trad" and whoever is taking my order will know exactly what I'm talking about. If they don't, he claims, THEY are the idiots, not me. Whew. Well, whatever it's called, and no matter how weird my future best-friend-in-law thinks I am for saying it, Trad tastes like crackers! I'm not even kidding!