Back in our salad days of last June or whatever, we drove around the country, buying you beer. Mostly, this was so we could have a vacation and call it a work expense, except it actually kind of was work. When we lost a man in Kansas, there was no waiting with her until she had de-alcohol-poisoned herself. Nope. There were people waiting on us in Norman, because FUCKING SCHEDULE, and we had to leave Miss Lisa Wines in her hotel room. TO DIE.
Whom shall we leave to die in San Francisco, and Portland, on our way to Seattle? Well, let's find out! MAN DOWN!!!
So here is what we are looking at, Wonkers:
Thursday, Sept. 18. WHAT IS UP SAN FRANCISCO? Where shall we buy you beers? Argue in the comments.
Saturday, Sept. 20. Oh, it is time for Portland! Where shall we buy you beers? Argue in the comments.
Saturday, Sept. 27. Yes, Seattle, we will buy you some goddamned beers. We would say to argue in the comments, but we figure wherever BigSkullFuckingDog says to buy you beers is where we should buy you beers.
Will there be special guests? Ayup. Do you have to be a commenter to come to a Drinky Thing? You shut your fucking mouth for asking such a stupid question. You just come, and we will buy you beers, and maybe a few snack crackers if you'll eat 'em in your special outfit for us.
ah, memories...
Is this for realz? Because I need to make a room reservation somewhere, and I'd just as soon be close.