Tired, Sore and In Love

While I was in New Orleans I fell madly in love with this ale:
It's not very sweet and I love that. I don't know why most brewers think that a fruited ale has to be ridiculously sweet. Real fruit isn't. That ale actually tastes like strawberries. I could not get enough of it. And now I want more. I've been too tired and lazy though to look for it here.
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I just downloaded my pictures but am too tired and lazy to go through them, crop and/or resize them. Why am I so tired and lazy, you may ask? Well part of it is genetics. The other part is my freaking sore shoulder. I finally get to see the real actual shoulder surgeon on Tuesday. Apparently being in constant pain keeps me in a sort of state of uhm, what's the word for feeling tired and lazy? Is it languor? Torpor? I'm too tired and lazy to google it.
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The good news is tired and lazy works just fine in New Orleans and I had a great time. I'll post more about that after I get my pictures organized. I wish I had a Covington Strawberry Ale. Man, those things are good.