Had a surprisingly pleasant Oktober afternoon. Around 3 I venture downtown and stop in my fave thrift shop. What do I find but, for 30 bucks and change, in perfect condition, size spot on, the ralph lauren equivalent of this:
http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/Mens...8936/18936.jsp
Next I return to automobile and motor my way to The Wedge, where, after downing one each of on-premises brews of a Belgium strong ale and a German doppelbock, I happen to meet a lovely young coworker wimmenz and her husband, who both happen to bartend at this place on Friday nights. Spend a lovely hour talking and imbibing and eating peanuts from the shell. This is outside. Edge of town. Fall foliage and train tracks off the industrial peanut-shell-strewn loading dock turned-into drinking deck. Pay my tab. 10 bucks (USD) for 3 damned tasty and intoxicating brews. I sit for a while after young and winsome couple leave and drive away to make sure I'm sober enough to drive (I am nothing if not a responsible and law-abiding drunkard, mind you). I dedide that I need to bring home a growler of the on-premises brewed IPA--which I am currently imbibing as I type, and I swear to God, so help me, it tastes and FEELS like it is brewed with primo ganja.
Sometimes life seems fortuitous.