Oh M made me a Lanky Cinderella. She drinks hers with a straw while I don't, an acquired ability since she serves them in Cologne beer tubes. Well I was trying to tell her about my new glass market - her eyebrows went up at the $/gal - and I was waxing poetic, feeling pretty expansive and successful. What I like about Lanky C's, remarkably, is by my second, I can't tell whether or not my shoes fit. If I can finish my second then it's either I can't feel my feet or I'm barefoot in cold water. It was five or six years ago I rolled my ankle pretty good in a big rush after three Lanky C's. Anyway she interrupts me. "Treat, what do you want for your birthday?" I know my b-day is in April but it was tough disengaging my mind from the glass business business so I took a Lanky C swig. Now the thing about beer tubes is they're so long and narrow that when tipped, the contents have considerable velocity which adds to the potency. Picture the difference between sap streaming out of a gravity line and down your throat versus sap disgorged from a releaser and down your shirt. Fortunately I still had the wits about me to try to catch the last carriage out, so I think I said, "I'd really like a filter press for my birthday." Yup, why she just looks at me for a moment with that funny M look and then waves her straw at me and says, "Poof!" Pretty sure I got the filter press but now I'm not sure if I'm a Prince barefoot in a cold brook or a frog wearing Salomons.