Endorphins are flooding my brain. I'm dancing, I'm kicking like a Rockette wearing steel-toed boots, I'm shuffling and jabbing like Muhammad Ali. I may or may not sting like a bee, but Goddamn it, right now, I truly am floating.
Just from a five minute conversation with Miss Current Crush.
Comedown will be a bitch. No matter. Rather ride an emotional rollercoaster and get all the highs and lows I can instead of existing in the eternal sensation of the flatline. This is the life that I've been missing out on, staring vapid at cold beige monitors instead of smile-crinkled eyes and warm freckles. This is life. This is important. She is important.
This is the most important thing that I have ever done, talking to her.
Anna is underage so she gets her liquor where she can. But this is New Orleans, so this is quite easy.
Her chosen purveyor of fine libations is Friar Tuck's, a college bar started by Loyola students to inebriate same. Anna is a student at Loyola and therefore she is not hassled for ID while tippling. If not for this then she would not go there, as it is yet another cesspool meatmarket with rotten, overdressed wares on display. But she can still drink there and laugh at the daily Greek floor show and everything is good.
She took me to Friar Tuck's for the Super Bowl.
There is not much to recommend about the crowd at Tuck's but the beer on draft is of uniformly high caliber and so are the bartenders. Taps are lovingly maintained by people who understand that alcohol is more than just a social drug but is in fact nothing short of the greatest religion that this city has yet spawned. And they understand the bartender's role in this Catholic city is to baptize each generation, anoint them with as much alcohol as they can handle and then add just a bit more. This is easier with good beer and so these sacraments are upheld.
The game itself was just another reason to drink oneself silly and I took full advantage of this. Next morning my veins were cold with overindulgence and I felt as if my body was slowly and painfully being corrupted into stone. Then I took some aspirin and forgot about being overdramatic about the whole thing.
Just from a five minute conversation with Miss Current Crush.
Comedown will be a bitch. No matter. Rather ride an emotional rollercoaster and get all the highs and lows I can instead of existing in the eternal sensation of the flatline. This is the life that I've been missing out on, staring vapid at cold beige monitors instead of smile-crinkled eyes and warm freckles. This is life. This is important. She is important.
This is the most important thing that I have ever done, talking to her.
Anna is underage so she gets her liquor where she can. But this is New Orleans, so this is quite easy.
Her chosen purveyor of fine libations is Friar Tuck's, a college bar started by Loyola students to inebriate same. Anna is a student at Loyola and therefore she is not hassled for ID while tippling. If not for this then she would not go there, as it is yet another cesspool meatmarket with rotten, overdressed wares on display. But she can still drink there and laugh at the daily Greek floor show and everything is good.
She took me to Friar Tuck's for the Super Bowl.
There is not much to recommend about the crowd at Tuck's but the beer on draft is of uniformly high caliber and so are the bartenders. Taps are lovingly maintained by people who understand that alcohol is more than just a social drug but is in fact nothing short of the greatest religion that this city has yet spawned. And they understand the bartender's role in this Catholic city is to baptize each generation, anoint them with as much alcohol as they can handle and then add just a bit more. This is easier with good beer and so these sacraments are upheld.
The game itself was just another reason to drink oneself silly and I took full advantage of this. Next morning my veins were cold with overindulgence and I felt as if my body was slowly and painfully being corrupted into stone. Then I took some aspirin and forgot about being overdramatic about the whole thing.