That’s how this gal tasted. Delicious. the yellow-tutu-wearing bartendress at Halcyon recommended it Friday night. Right on, tendress.
But all good things must come to an end. And so they did. In two ways:
- MK4, after verbally uttering his praises to the tendress about the great beer, had his glass knocked out of his hand and it shattered all over the modern, painted cement Halcyon floor. Upside: The glass-knocker bought him another gal.
- My “friends” decided they were “over it” and were ready to go, forcing me to chug the remaining 3/4 of my gal. Upside: No upside