beer and blogging
Today I had to just leave. So I went to pub street. Well almost on pub street. Like my usual forays kinda hit then miss. So I drank a bit. Wrote a bit. Ended up where I met my wife. This little bar almost on pub street. Been going there years. And I had beer thoughts. Beer writing. Beer talking. Well maybe not talking. I’m not so good at talking so I end up drinking and watching people. Sometimes listening almost surreptitiously to their confabulations. I’m grateful in retrospect to not have people like them in my circles.
I can take beatnik and beer. Now my last beer at viva 2. This place that used to be a nice coffee house called Central Cafe way before some pandemic had its way.
I think guilty and strange thoughts. My wife calls to tell me she’s going home soon. After her beer. She understands me. I just need the lubrication. The draft beers that take me from one almost drunk thought to another.
Truth is though I never get drunk. I get this amazingly warm feeling inside that lets me go. Lets me write. Find. Lose. And I journal. Most likely nonsense. My friend jason in the Philippines laughs. We did these same places a moment or two ago. We would drink. Talk. Drink. Not talk. He’s done now but he murmurs he may come back.
Meanwhile my last beer calls. Then it was beatnik time. Now it’s my way to this warmth that removes stress and issues. Maybe this kingdom knows so it sells me $0.75 draft beers. I gladly partake. Then I share some addled thoughts. Take them as you will.
It was the beer talking.