Not for the faint of art. |
| It's sixty degrees out, my favorite bar has an Imperial stout, and my favorite bartender (Meredith) is back. See? It doesn't take much to make me feel better. (To clarify: Meredith left in November for a four-month work/study thing in Europe. It turned into a three-month work/study thing, hence my pleasant surprise at having her back. And no, I don't have a "thing" for her; she's just a really good bartender.) |