Reality
- a hallucination caused by the lack of good beer and fine wine.
I'd rather be in a pub right now.
Earlier tonight I was reminiscing about Armory Square.
My old modus operandi when I would frequent the square was to start at the Blue Tusk with a pint of either Sam Adams Boston Lager or a nice hoppy American Pale Ale like Sierra Nevada APA. After my pint, if I was feelin' chill, I'd usually step outside for a leisurely cigarette. After a smoke, I'd either grab another pint or make my way over to the Half Penny Pub for some punk, blues or rock, depending on who was playing. After a couple rounds of beers and some live music, I'd usually bounce back to the Tusk for another chill pint or just meander along the streets people watching - and thus would pass my evening.
At times, haunting the square wasn't always satisfactory, especially if I desired company or conversation, but more often than not a solitary respite was more than welcome.
Tonight is one of those nights...
I'd rather be in a pub right now.
Earlier tonight I was reminiscing about Armory Square.
My old modus operandi when I would frequent the square was to start at the Blue Tusk with a pint of either Sam Adams Boston Lager or a nice hoppy American Pale Ale like Sierra Nevada APA. After my pint, if I was feelin' chill, I'd usually step outside for a leisurely cigarette. After a smoke, I'd either grab another pint or make my way over to the Half Penny Pub for some punk, blues or rock, depending on who was playing. After a couple rounds of beers and some live music, I'd usually bounce back to the Tusk for another chill pint or just meander along the streets people watching - and thus would pass my evening.
At times, haunting the square wasn't always satisfactory, especially if I desired company or conversation, but more often than not a solitary respite was more than welcome.
Tonight is one of those nights...