| It was about four in the morning, I guess. I actually took note of the time at one point, but things got understandably blurry later: if you think there were only three Michelob Darks in our cooler, then you have not seen our cooler lately. Perhaps you’d like to rent out some of the available neck-deep space out near our tomato plants! But this is a matter for another day. For now, let the gentle reader understand that there are few experiences more conducive to close humidity & cold beer & great cameraderie with unlikely persons than a rollicking good listen to the Afghan Whigs’ Congregation. |