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Occasionally, I have days where I wonder if I should have taken a job in Cleveland, or bummed around Wooster a bit until something turned up, or even went to Pittsburgh and played my hand there.
Then I have nights like tonight, to remind me why I wanted (and needed) to come back here.
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yukon_jack after our respective workdays ended, and I took Lisa to her friends for their night of mischief. We relaxed, drank beers, made friends, and ordered tacos from Taco Ninja.
Somewhere in there, Anne, the Angel of the Bar, ran out of Robert The Bruce ale and pulled a pint of Belhaven St. Andrews. Oh. My. God.
Very possibly the best beer I have ever tasted.
Our bull session ranged in topics from movies, friends, weddings, cons, cities, bars, music, and Ken Blackwell in drag. The Taco Ninja arrived in due course, and our hunger was assassinated.
After awhile, Alex wasn't feeling 100% and the decision was made to get him home, and I gave Rick a drop downtown to Scully's for assorted troublemaking. We listened to some Silver Jews on the way down, I pulled a bit of car ninja to get over there without hitting anyone, and then I started to drive back home through the Short North.
I could have cut back around to the highway and zipped home, but I had an urge to drive through, so I took the long way. It's the way it looks, the way people tend to act, the sounds of it, and the general vibe I get. I really, honestly, love this city. I'm happier living here, even in the bad times, than I am anywhere else.
And some days, you just get the feeling the City's pretty happy that you're here, too.
Occasionally, I have days where I wonder if I should have taken a job in Cleveland, or bummed around Wooster a bit until something turned up, or even went to Pittsburgh and played my hand there.
Then I have nights like tonight, to remind me why I wanted (and needed) to come back here.
After some discussion, our Guys Night Out turned into Beer and Tacos at the St. James Tavern, with Alex and I meeting
yukon_jack after our respective workdays ended, and I took Lisa to her friends for their night of mischief. We relaxed, drank beers, made friends, and ordered tacos from Taco Ninja. Somewhere in there, Anne, the Angel of the Bar, ran out of Robert The Bruce ale and pulled a pint of Belhaven St. Andrews. Oh. My. God.
Very possibly the best beer I have ever tasted.
Our bull session ranged in topics from movies, friends, weddings, cons, cities, bars, music, and Ken Blackwell in drag. The Taco Ninja arrived in due course, and our hunger was assassinated.
After awhile, Alex wasn't feeling 100% and the decision was made to get him home, and I gave Rick a drop downtown to Scully's for assorted troublemaking. We listened to some Silver Jews on the way down, I pulled a bit of car ninja to get over there without hitting anyone, and then I started to drive back home through the Short North.
I could have cut back around to the highway and zipped home, but I had an urge to drive through, so I took the long way. It's the way it looks, the way people tend to act, the sounds of it, and the general vibe I get. I really, honestly, love this city. I'm happier living here, even in the bad times, than I am anywhere else.
And some days, you just get the feeling the City's pretty happy that you're here, too.
