When I think about Robin Williams, and anyone who has committed suicide, I mourn because the world will be without their gifts, whatever they may be. But I also mourn the fact that they were in so much pain. And that they felt so hopeless and alone. And that they felt so trapped. I get... Continue Reading →
Bar #4 on the alphabet list was Pomodoro, which is probably an eight-minute drive from my apartment. It's a cozy and expensive Italian restaurant with a cute rectangular-shaped bar. The bartender handed us menus, upon which no mention of beer was found. I cringed inside and tried to tone down the panic in my... Continue Reading →
I just returned from a lovely vacation in Maine. I attended an awesome wedding (Hooray for Dais and Az) and drank in lots of beautiful scenery at Acadia National Park. More on that later. Here are some September events of note: 9/11 Day of Service and Remembrance I'm not sure if I knew that 9/11... Continue Reading →
I checked off two more letters in the alphabet last week: B: Back Bar Back Bar is located down a non-descript alley behind a non-descript door. I half-expected to find a bouncer behind the door, waiting to hear a password. The space is intimate... Continue Reading →
A few days ago, I embarked on Operation A–Z, which is a fancy way of saying that I need to drink a lot before turning 40 so will be going to 26 bars over the next nine-and-a-half months. Mom, I was kidding about the "drinking a lot" part, I promise. Some friends mentioned this idea... Continue Reading →
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