Ah, I love day drinking, it beats the pants off night drinking. Sitting in beer gardens in the sun with the ability to actually move around, wandering the streets ridiculing sober people, not having a care in the world apart from the next source of beer, and, if time-appropriate, food. It’s a wonderful thing.
I’ll be in the Linen Weaver on Saturday at 12:30, and yes I am a traitor for drinking in a British pub, and no I don’t care. If you’d like to join me for a pint or a bite, please drop in. Or text me later in the day if you’d like to hook up for a chat. It’s been a while since I saw most of ye, I miss ye!