So what if it’s not quite the weekend yet? I’ve had a long week. I’m hitting happy hour. I deserve it. Mmmmmmm… $2 pints of Guinness… $1 mini pizzas… half price appetizers (most notably barbeque chicken quesedillas)… as much as I can consume for the next two and a half hours. Anyone care to join me?
Did I spell quesedillas right? It doesn’t look right. Oh well, posting anyway.
Sign me up for a couple of those Guinness. And hopefully, a pool table is nearby, as the urge to clean someone’s clock, or, as the case may be, get my own clock cleaned, at 8 ball is upon me. And I’m not really hungry right now, but after a brace of Guinni, those mini-pizzas will no doubt become quite alluring.
Howdy, Purd.
There’s a pool table, and I’ll give you a match. I make no promises, I usually have to fire tracers for a game or two before I can hit anything. The bad news is that the Guinness tap is dry, but the good news is that there’s Summit Great Northern Porter in it’s place. Not sure how far outside of St. Paul, Minnesota it’s available, but if you haven’t had a chance to give it a try I’ll give it a high recommendation. Rack 'em up.
::walks in, sees the Guinness is out, turns around and leaves::
G’night! I’ll check in in the morning and there had better be some Guinness here!
Remember, “It’s good for you”!
Quesadilla.
Now that I’ve spelled it for you, can I have a Guinness?