As a result of receiving ten days notice that the day our rent is due had been moved from the 15th to the first of the month, I am am not in Vegas today. Moreover, I will not be at a performance of Ka tonight seated 3 rows from the stage. Stupid rent.
I walked across the Longfellow Bridge for the first time in my life this week. Then, I did it two more times. It was windy today.
There'll be a brew session on Sunday, and it looks like L- will be braving the Hat of Authority. We'll be working on a porter that's flirting heavily with being a stout and once again contemplating the wisdom of the Buddha of Tacos. Come by if you're free and haven't exhausted yourself with too much bangers & mash.
Yesterday, after a squirrel threatened to cut me for not leaving pulp in the orange peel I left next to me on the bench, I shared a couple of slices of my orange with him. Sadly, there are no pictures to document this event. Suffice to say that he was far more adept at consuming citrusy goodness than I would have imagined.
It's been one hell of a week.