Six Months

I have six months left of being a 30-something. OMFG!! I have six months to figure out how to enter a new decade gracefully = not kicking, screaming, sobbing, and cursing.

Alcohol will help, right? I have 14 more bars to go on the alphabet list. I went to Rosebud the other night. I’d been to the diner part of Rosebud, but at some point, a bar was tacked on. It’s newly renovated and it has a cool vibe. The bartenders wear gas attendant–style shirts. I tried the Aeronaut Armadillo. It did not taste like an IPA at all…it was nutty??

Excuse the crappy images; I took them with my phone.