Goddamn, where’s a tauntaun when you need one?
It’s so freaky cold out there, I’d climb right in(my nonfunctional nose would even come in handy for once), snowlizard guts and all.
I thot I’d freeze solid waiting for a bus, so I just kept walking from one stoopidnontimeschedulehavin’ bustop to the next… Until I was home. Good thing I didn’t wait, huh?
At least I had a good stout at the bran’ spankin’ new Third Place Pub on the way… Tho’ it wasn’t better than Guinness, as the silly, affable fellow behind the bar tried hard to assert. Still, I grubbed on some honeybear chili, which happily, you can bring down to the bar, and wrote a letter to a lovely friend of mine who’s on buddhist retreat(for three years!).
It’s a pretty neighborhood bar, adorned with gorgeous slabs of knotty timber, lavishly strewn throughout. A bit sedate, and my cold skinny says it could use a fireplace, but on the whole, not bad. Just what that building needed, some libations.