so we went to "The Gate" last night and I bought a drink for my James to cheer him. Nothing like the mixture of a boy and light alcohol to raise the spirits. The bartender was playing Irish tunes intermingled with Bjork, and we pretended we were in a different city. It's not hard at that place. I learned that I liked Speckled Hen Ale. I also learned about the different carbonations of beer, using either nitrogen or carbon dioxide. Creamy beers, made with nitrogen are tops on my list, unless they are too dark or too hoppy. I still rate Magic Hat #9 and Johnny Courage with many Stars. I might actually be getting over the "Bud-only" attitude! Holy manoly!
ok, anytime winter feels like being over is fine and fabulous with me. James is on the train going to his interview RIGHT NOW. Second interview. Negotiating salary. If this doesnt work out, there's always the interview at Starbucks on Tuesday. Three interviews in 1 week! Go boy! Im praying to the employment god. (Was there a greek god of employment? hmm) What should I name this god? Gob (God + Job - Jo). Yes, DEAR GOB: great Gob of all the worlds and the universes sliding between like cream cheese on a bagel...look down on my boy with grace and tenderness and give him a god damn fucking job! Thank you great Gob! Yur the best.