Once assembled we all grew increasingly excited for the time at hand. Drinks and shit talk were bound to happen. Along with a song and a story. But first, we had to eat. All of a sudden too good for chicken and beer, the bruhs feasted on fine meats, artisan bread, and wine from Chateau Pu Blé. Or, to put it simply, hoagies from Publix. Nonetheless, we feasted and headed back to our lair, where brother Wolf D of the sea shared a special brew from a micro-distillery. Wolf’s Moon Milk Punch was a stimulating surprise to the tongue. What was surprisingly absent was the presence of milk. Turns out it’s one of those things in a name that shouldn’t be there, like the ‘k’ in knife. Instead, it’s more of a subtle citrus punch with the finishing of a cognac. We each were gifted with a bottle.