Cousin's 21st leads to a great discovery!

So I went down to Salisbury, Maryland this weekend to make sure my cousin didn't get arrested on his 21st birthday, happy happy btw, and low and behold found a new hidden gem among the microbrews of MD. The first night we were down there, we hit a college dive bar that one of his friends said was good (but it was terrible except for the price) and had a decent time of it playing some pool with a couple trusty Yuengling's in hand. The next day, a buddy of mine came over from DC. After spending most of the afternoon/evening in the car, he finally made it around 10ish. We then proceed to try to find a bar we could get into due to some minor inconveniences on my cousins part. We try one place, shot down, which is probably for the better due to the smell of rotting fish outside. The next place we look again, shot down, and I can't remember if it was worth it or not, but i'm guessing no. The third place, looked like it would have been a good time with about 20 beers on tap and a guy with a guitar in the middle of things. No Dice. We learned this night that a student ID and a draft card are NOT accepted as a valid form of identification. We head to a place we looked up, closed. What sort of bar closes before midnight? Obviously not one worth going to. Around the corner, we see three signs: 'Pizza' 'Cold Beer' and one other I can't remember... So there were people there, and lights on. Good sign. No door man. Good sign #2. Dale's Pale Ale on tap. Thats all the good signs I needed. We all belly up to the bar, except cous (sent him to a table) and we get a round of beers, but only after a round of Jameson. This is great, the boy has a shot, a beer on the way, and we start showing him a good time in the kind of bar people actually like to be in. About the time we all get our beers and sit down, my buddy and I start jawing with the guy behind the counter, as us industry types like to do. Initially, he was trying to get him to sell us some beers so we didn't have to end at the bar that we arrived to around 12. They closed at 12:30, not exactly a lot of time for a great night, but we are very talented. He was very good at being a law abiding citizen, so my buddy starts plan B. I keep talking to the guy and he turns on some lights and we start talking shop. the dim part of the place was actually a small liquor store with an astounding selection of great beers, not the amount of them but the quality of spot-on beers that were on display. Turns out that the Specific Gravity Pizzeria is one of the main outlets of Evolution Craft Beers. This fun little brewery has a bunch of nice brews but the one I was a huge fan of was the Lot No. 6 Double IPA, but that is the sort of thing that was just up my alley. Their line of beers is varied and not all my cup of tea, but the ones they hit that I liked were right in my wheelhouse and the one or two I wasn't a fan of, were great beers, just not my thing. Forgive me for not going into the full analysis of the beers, but after a Dales Pale Ale, a Heavy Seas Thank You, a shot of Jameson, a double of Stoli and a multi-rum shot, I was more enthralled with Devin's beard than I was with thinking about what was in my hand. We all got home safe and sound due to our DD, Ms. Reenapants, most of us made it out of the night without a scratch, but that is a story for a different time and not this place. After saying our goodbyes and delaying the inevitable, we left for home. I got into the driveway and started to clean out the car, and there is a bottle of the Evo Bourbon Barrel Aged Migration series sitting in the back seat. Not only did he pick up the tab at the bar, he left the bottle he bought in my backseat. I'll leave it to the future to let you know if it was left for me as a birthday present or he just forgot it...

A great night and I was happy to spend all that time in the car.