Sully

Domicile:
Napa, California, USA. Right in the town itself, not just in "The Valley." Look around. Yep, those are grapes. No, not the green things, it's the little purple berries underneath. Haven't you ever seen a grape?

DOB:
January 22, 1957. Right on the cusp of Capricorn and Aquarius. Hey, what smells like a wet goat?

Height:
5'10" (up until somewhere around .18 BAC, then I start to get closer to the floor. At anything much over .32, I'm about as tall as whatever I happen to be passed out on, plus a foot.)

Weight:
180 lb. Pure, solid muscle, I assure you. Well, that and the little extra in storage for the winter, just in case.

Blood Type:
O negative, ETOH positive. This makes me a universal donor. I give blood. Sometimes voluntarily. Useful to have along if extreme violence is anticipated. "Quick, Joel needs a replacement pint. Get one from Sully. Give him a sixer for fluid replacement."

SpouSe:
Kate. Can you believe it? July 28, 1984. She knew the job was dangerous when she took it.

Kids:
? Don't think so. Better not be. Kids take up huge amounts of drinking time.

Pets:
2. Kip (half Irish Setter, half Golden Retriever) and Katie (AKC Golden Retriever). Gotta have 'em to pick up dead birds.

Occupation (for money):
Attorney

Occupation (every other waking moment):
Brewing (10 years, all-grain, mostly lagers, and not the poofy, fizzy crap. Be drinking some Doppelbock, and then come round). Beer Judging (AHA/BJCP Recognized). Winemaking (4 years. Mostly Reds). Hunting (If it flies, it dies). One of the best sports for drinking. Guns, blood and beer. Quail hunting is a sure cure for a hangover. Motorcycle riding (1991 Kawasaki Concours. 1000cc, 6 speed, water-cooled, shaft drive, top speed: I dunno. At 135 mph, I figured we could both go faster, but what's the point? I gotta get on a closed course, with full leathers). Fishing (stream, not lakes, unless there's a cooler of beer on board). Horseshoes (a classic drinking game, in fact, one of the few games that really calls for drinking. Otherwise, it's a pretty stupid looking event). Games with round, white balls, not basketball or soccer (black pentagons). Hey, I'm a slow, fat, white guy. Gimme a game that involves drinking, like Golf. Handicap : A beer a hole. Now THERE's a game! Baseball: a beer a base. How does Tennis fit in? I can't figure that out, except I play about 6 hours a week. Landscaping. Vegetable Gardening. 2400 square feet of Garden, which is like 260 square meters.What' s that in cubits? Swear to God, I'm getting a Garden Tractor. The garden's got more square footage than my HOUSE, unless you include the basement.

Favorite Beverage:
Beer, then Beam & Coke, then G&T, then Black Russians. By the time I get into the Black Russians, I'm RAGIN'. (Black Russian recipe: 3 parts Vodka, 1 part Kahlua, over ice. Just enough Kahlua to take the edge off the Vodka, just enough Vodka to cut through the Kahlua. Perfection requires rigorous experimentation to obtain the proper proportions.)

Favorite Food:
Curry. Curry Chicken, Pork, Beef, Curry Bar-b-que, Curry Pickles (Outrageous!), Fresh Curry Pasta. Chinese, Thai, Indian, if it's curry, I'm in a hurry. Let's EAT! Wine with Dinner, naturally. Cabernets, Merlots, Petit Sirahs, Zinfandels; I tend toward the Big Reds. I'm not against a big, buttery Chardonnay on occasion, say while hunting around in the wine cellar for a big red, for example. And Tomatoes. I got 24 plants producing 8 different varieties right now. And Italian. Lotsa pasta, with sauSe. And wine. Did I mention wine?

Philosophy:
Act-deontology. (Extra credit if you have a clue.) Philosophy is a bitch. What is "The Good." What is "The Bad." What is your favorite color? Should one do those things which bring into the world the greatest amount of good for the greatest number of people, or, should one do those things which bring into the world the greatest amount of good for onesself? I got a B in Philosophy and considered whether I had "The Luck."

Life's Ambition:
Get Julia Child and Graham Kerr together and absolutely ripping drunk (the easy part) and then get them to cook me up some gastronomically orgasmic food. Then they can have sex on the air for PBS. As long as I get to eat first, who cares?

Drunken Stories:

"A Friday Night of Booze and Sex Shows in San Francisco"
"Brain Cell Destruction Derby"(parts 1 & 2)
"Collitch Kid Daze"
"How About a Shag?"
"I'm a Dead Man"
"Not Fit for Pigs!"
"The Dreaded Snapperhand"
"The San Francisco Party!"
"Saturday Night"
"Star Trek: The Drunken Generation"
"True Confessions"
"A Weekend of Bastardry"
"XXXNapa"
"100 Beers in 100 Hours?"
"Christmas" 
"Ramping Up"