Whee! Beer and salami and whee!

So we went to a concert at a horse-farm-brewery and there was beer, and salami, and a flight of five beers, and these little goat cheese pearls in garlic olive oil, and there was some more beer, and I was surprised at how well the sours went down. I mean, they were, you know, sour. But after the first few swigs things worked out quite nicely, you know what I mean?

I am not, technically, drunk*. But neither am I going to be particularly functional for the rest of the evening, and I cannot quite make myself give a tinker’s dam, because it was rather nice to sit in a lawn chair in the lengthening shadows of the day and converse with my wife about how bardic activities have changed since we joined the SCA. While drinking beer.

See you tomorrow!

Moe Lane

PS: Oh! There were peanuts. Salted, and I think by hand. It was that sort of place.

*I am admittedly rather close. If I sound even remotely coherent, it is because of my ancestors. We always were, as they say, high-functioning in circumstances such as these.

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