The TV is being returned within the hour. Don't ask.
There is this awesome little liquor store just a few blocks from here. It's a good thing I didn't find out about this place until now else I'd be a broken down alcoholic. Who says we can't play catch up, eh?
The way this place works, and it's probably not unique, is you grab a 6 pack carton, then grab the beers you want. Simple. And awesome. This place is stocked with basically every microbrew and import beer ever. I picked up 5 beers I knew I could count on, and then asked for input from the cashier on the last one. Why? Because it's good to branch out and I'm a terrible (read: compulsive) flirt. At least he picked a good one (Firestone Double Barrel Ale, in case you are wondering).
When I pulled in to the complex here, the neighbor who lives below me was standing at his door, staring. He's an older guy with a handlebar mustache and generally away on canoeing trips...a card, if you will. He was staring so hard at my 6-pack, I felt the need to say something. I asked if he had been to the Plaza Liquor Store and he blinked for a bit and said, "Only been going there for...YEARS!" It was apparent only then that he was absolutely shitfaced. He then informed me that he had just come from the Nimbus Brewery, and in fact, he goes there 5 nights a week when he gets off work to kill time during rush hour. Though, he starts at 4:15pm...not judging. And of course, he'd looooove to take me there some time, WINKWINKWINK.
Now to wait for the return of the TV. Yes, I will answer the door smashed and make them feel incredibly awkward. Somewhere in all of this, someone will learn a lesson. NOT IT!
The way this place works, and it's probably not unique, is you grab a 6 pack carton, then grab the beers you want. Simple. And awesome. This place is stocked with basically every microbrew and import beer ever. I picked up 5 beers I knew I could count on, and then asked for input from the cashier on the last one. Why? Because it's good to branch out and I'm a terrible (read: compulsive) flirt. At least he picked a good one (Firestone Double Barrel Ale, in case you are wondering).
When I pulled in to the complex here, the neighbor who lives below me was standing at his door, staring. He's an older guy with a handlebar mustache and generally away on canoeing trips...a card, if you will. He was staring so hard at my 6-pack, I felt the need to say something. I asked if he had been to the Plaza Liquor Store and he blinked for a bit and said, "Only been going there for...YEARS!" It was apparent only then that he was absolutely shitfaced. He then informed me that he had just come from the Nimbus Brewery, and in fact, he goes there 5 nights a week when he gets off work to kill time during rush hour. Though, he starts at 4:15pm...not judging. And of course, he'd looooove to take me there some time, WINKWINKWINK.
Now to wait for the return of the TV. Yes, I will answer the door smashed and make them feel incredibly awkward. Somewhere in all of this, someone will learn a lesson. NOT IT!