Category: booze
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philosophical repose
It was the kind of day that a thoughtful man such as myself could only ponder over two martinis. One martini just would not provide enough pondering time. Which reminds me of a song: Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable Heidigger, Heidigger was a boozing beggar who could think you Read.
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Here comes Peter Cottontail
I don’t know if it was the lamb tartar or the rabbit sausage, but something I ate last night gave me the stinkiest farts EVAR! I’ve never had anything tartar before, so if I had to guess, I’d say it was that. The rabbit sausage was so rich, though, that I wouldn’t be surprised if Read.
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The Fountain
If I remember rightly, and I’m not saying I do, I think The Fountain used to be a seafood place in a previous life. I’m not sure because I’ve been away from downtown Madison for quite a while now. While I worked on cap square I took a walk down State Street about once a Read.
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kulcha
We got all kindsa kulcha today. About a month ago, My Darling B asked me if I wanted to go to the opera. It’s not something she asks me very often – like, never – so I said yes. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. She caught me unprepared. But that turned out Read.
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visiting
I took a little trip this weekend to visit with Mom. As she lives in Arkansas, I had to choose between driving or flying. I’d rather be the subject of almost any kind of invasive strip search than be cooped up in a car for twelve hours, so I chose to fly. And regretted it Read.
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my friday
This was how my Friday began: I drove My Darling B to work yesterday because we were going to meet some friends of hers at Smoky’s Club on the west side. If I had the car and went back to pick her up after work, it would eliminate a lot of driving back and forth. Read.
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belatedly
“Guess what tomorrow is,” My Darling B asked me as I was cleaning up after dinner. I thought I knew what she was getting at, but I didn’t want to just blurt it out, so I said, somewhat obtusely, “Tomorrow’s the fifteenth.” “And that means?” “Duh. Fifteen percent off wine at the liquor store.” “Right,” Read.
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drinking in nyc
One afternoon in New York City on our way back from a tour, My Darling B suggested we stop at McSorely’s, reputed to be the oldest continuously-operated tavern in America. From the moment we set foot on the sawdust-strewn floor of the place, I didn’t doubt it. The bar ran down one side of the Read.
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Monroe Waiting In Line Festival
We paid a visit to the Monroe Cheese Fest yesterday, which, if they were honest, they would call the Monroe Standing In Lines Fest. Ten thousand people crowded the city square of Monroe, so there were lines for everything. There were even lines to get in lines. I’m not kidding. To buy cheese curds, or Read.
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