I was very pleased when I unpacked how cool the cans still were even after a 4 hour flight. I guess a chilled can, wrapped in socks in the middle of a suitcase, and in the belly of a plane flying at below freezing temps keeps a beer relatively frosty.
Unfortunately, my bud wasn't able to make the trip from LA to San Diego. However, did that deter me from cracking a Schaef anyway? No way.
After having one, I spent a bit of time walking around and having dinner. Upon returning to the room, it seemed only appropriate to have a Schaefer night cap. Because as the jingle says: "Schaefer is the one beer to have when you are having more than one."
A west coast toast to fellow Schaefer fans and my Hall of Fame Homeys UDR and Rookie! Sal-oot!