Friday, September 26, 2014 at 6:03 pm
Pre preflight beverage. #notalush
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Pre preflight beverage. #notalush
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Drink local. And have a good tag line. 😉
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So… for the first time in my 41 years on this dust ball of a planet, I am comfortable with the way I look in the mirror. Granted, I’m drinking, so there’s that.
Ermergerd! Bacon vodka! Thank you, Mike!
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And for my last meal as a 40-year-old, I’m having broccoli salad. And beer.
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You know that whole “I should go home now, but the bar is so exciting and I might miss something if I leave before helping to close” arguement that happens in your brain? Wait. Am I the only one?