living well update
friday night, on the way back from a quick business trip to filthydelphia, (top down as weather permits, of course), it's oompah band and 144 flavors of draught bier at zeppelin hall in jersey city, jersey. (lest anyone be concerned about the safety of the convertible, arrangements have already been made for accommodations within walking distance of the biergarten).
next, on saturday, after a return home, quick shower and a nap, it'll be a beer or two at a friend's annual oktoberfest party (outdoors in groton weather permitting) on the way over to shirley for dinner and to catch amy speace and the tearjerks at the bull run. for those of you who don't know me well enough to have heard all this before, amy is the real deal. her "songs for bright street" is one of my favorite albums ever, and seeing her last winter in an intimate acoustic setting only reinforced the love. in a perfect world she and the band would head back over to groton with us to finish whatever bier kegs were in need of finishing, but if we have to go it alone, i'm sure my friends and i will find a way to soldier on through. (no word yet on who draws the short straw on the designated driving thing, though after friday's episode, i may be willing to be talked into it myself, but, we'll have to see).
sunday there's the possibility of heading over to reading to watch the old boys play, or at least as many of them as remain uninjured, and then my big comfy overstuffed couch for the finale of the sox' regular season, the tivo'd recap of the beginning of the bruins', and the ongoing pats'. (harpoon ipa already in the fridge for the marathon).
the pre-surgery instructions specified no ibruprofen or other analgesic anti-inflammatories, so it looks like it's beer, beer and more beer instead. and who am i to argue with doctors orders?
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