Tonight I'll be having dinner with Blair Bear, and I can't wait to see her, and mom Daphne, and chat up a springtime storm.
I'm reminded of the many high school memories we shared together. Here's one of them:
Ray often made home-brews, and in true adolescent fashion, we found ways to have a taste (or two).
The homebrews were delicious, and strong, and tasted -- true of any good, homegrown, Irishman-made / Englishman-made beer (my confusion over the Lamb family name is a harrowing dilemma on many levels) -- like a thick veggie stew. If drinking 'em didn't put hair on my chest, nothing ever would.
I'm sure this evening will be filled with grade school memories, conversations about the greatness that is The Animal Collective, and stories about the trials and tribulations of Penn Nursing School.
For now, this* will have to do.
*High School / Jeremy Fisher
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