Went out last night with a local friend (Hi Cynthia!). Rescued her from suburbia via pimp van & in-laws. Met cute CUTE daughter again. (Think fey elf)
Then, drank BEER.
There’s beer, and then there’s “hey, did you want THAT glass (read: little wussy glass) or do you want the 36oz (he MIGHT have said 32-I don’t quite remember)
Oh, bring us the big one. Why not?
For the record, it takes commitment to drink to the bottom of this puppy when already fairly inebriated. Just sayin….
Had a great time-surprisingly not in that much pain. Forgot how nice it can be to just go out and not worry about anything or anyone else.
I’ve missed that.