The Glog Clog

My attempt to post a wholesome heap of Clog each day of December has failed miserably, and I no longer have the luxury of blaming school or society (even though I still feel like society is at fault for most other things that go horribly wrong in this world, screw society!). Instead of worry about fulfilling some primal urge to Clog daily, I have decided to just let the Clog flow freely without any self induced pressure. Yesterday was coated in mist and darkness, but the comradery broke through the clouds like a lightning bolt from Zeus.



There are days when the fog settles in the hills of Los Gatos and it feels like there is no more comfortable place on earth.



Warmth and wonder.



The stairway to heaven... on the balcony of Los Gatos Bar and Grill.



Riders on the storm.



With the right combination of spices, booze, and nuts (all of which I adore) one can create Glog.



This potent little drink will warm your body and spirit. Perfect for the holiday, and with a name like Glog, it is even more perfect for The Clog. This marks the first time there has ever been a blog called Clog that features a drink called Glog. Dr. Seuss would be proud of my alliteration.



Mike decided to bop his hispanic head though the curtain of mist and say hello to everyone in San Jose. He was only here long enough to look cute (I'd do him in a heart beat), play some beer pong, and get some bbq chicken shoved down his throat but it brightened everyone's day.



Clog follower since day one... the illustrious Ben Fowler.