The Dog and Bone has wireless internet connection.

I may have to move in.

First time to the pub in about two months - new owners. New bartender, his second day, seems lost and not terribly friendly. There’s someone from the State filling out paperwork at the bar. I grab my usual table near the outlet with a diet coke ( Read more... )

I'm officially getting old. No, it's not the grey hair (shut up!), but it's the fact that I ate day-old, cold pizza with a cup of coffee. My inner child threw up a little ( Read more... )

Well, as promised, I delivered my self-mixed CD to the pub today. As we walked in the door, the bartender greets us. She's looking as worn as I feel as she invites us to a wake on Tuesday. One of the British owners passed away ( Read more... )

It appears we’ve been adopted. I’m shocked, but there’s no other way to say it. After work on Friday, per usual, Hubby and I head to our favorite little pub, the Dog and Bone. Though we’re early due to being released from work early, the place is packed. We wander in slow to try to assess the situation: pizza on the coffee table between the ( Read more... )

Well, it's official. The bartender recognized us this week. People talked to us while we placed drink orders and then enjoyed said drink orders. By the time I left Dog & Bone, my perfectly shitty drive home along I-95 had faded into the bin where I keep all my other memories of shitty drive homes in the back of my head. I am very pleased with ( Read more... )