Monday, September 18, 2006

230/365 Tracey

knows I’ll eventually order a Beck’s, and if I don’t, it’s just to prove I don’t always have to (where’s the Magic Hat #9?). Banter with the local bartender’s a pleasure worth savoring, as is the surprise of how many do know my name.

1 Comments:

Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

Sweetie, everyone in every bar from Pawlet to Portland knows your name. And phone number. You keep scrawling it on the walls of their men's rooms.

But you're right, a good bartender is worth her weight in gold, and it's clear you have a keeper in Tracey!

October 15, 2006 12:56 PM  

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