Translation: “The End of the World.”

Smashed ornaments, shattered glasses, beer on the dance floor – sticking to the bottoms of our feet each time we stepped to a new Beyonce track. Yes. Tis the season for Christmas parties, and this one was spectacular.

Truth is, fun is never in short order with these folks. Dancing and singing and laughing for hours on end – it’s truly a wonderful way to spend an evening. And like Britney Spears says (and please believe me, those are 5 words I NEVER thought I’d write on this blog), “Keep on dancing til the world ends.”

We did. Danced til we were sweating and out of breath, til we were caving into each other’s arms in fits of laughter and spentness (#newword).

La Fin du Monde.

What an extraordinary beer. Entirely appropriate for such an occasion as tonight. It’s styled after a Belgian Triple, which means BIG alcohol, BIG yeasty flavours (think clove, burnt orange, banana, fresh-baked bread), BIG sweetness, BIG mouthfeel, BIG EVERYTHING. This isn’t a beer that you take lightly or toss back without a thought. At 9.0% ABV, it’s really more of a sipping beer. But tonight it functioned as a dancefloor epic.

The flavour is just unbelievable. This is a beer that fills your mouth and your senses so entirely that you think to yourself, “Ok – if it really were the End of the World, this is a beer worthy of being the final drink…”

So we danced. We sang. We laughed and we drunk. And, thankfully, La Fin du Monde never came to pass – it just remained, as it should be, a gloriously tasty brew.