Quinntessential Happy Hour: Drink Something from a Paper Bag
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Internet, I have to be honest with you: The cockles of my heart are so warm right now. I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a negative person, but let’s just say it takes more than a standard allotment of good stuff to make me smile. In that spirit, I bring you this cocktail hour story:
At the job that pays the rent, I sell beer. And other things. Yesterday, a pleasant but meek-seeming young woman came up to me to purchase some items. Some of these items were beers. She seemed uncomfortable, and I like my people to feel at ease, so I put on my best Eagle Scout voice and said “Sure is nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?” At this, all five feet and one inch of her squared up to me, like someone had just flipped a switch inside. “FUCK YEAH it is,” she exclaimed. “I’m gonna put these fuckers in a bag and drink in the park!” She went on to explain that people who complained about it being cold were “Talking total bullshit,” because “It’s goddamn February and 50 degrees outside.” It was the most wonderful experience I have had in recent days.
So, rather than bring you a recipe this week, I simply encourage you to be like this fine young woman, and drink a beer outside somewhere. It’s almost warm-times, so get your ass out of the house and drink something from a paper bag. In a larger sense, I would also tell you not to always trust your first impression, either. I know I do this too much, and I know that a lot of other people do, too. When you see or hear something new, go ahead and dig your hands around in its guts a little bit, and see if your opinion doesn’t change. Read up. Ask questions. The art will wait for you to catch up.* Also, someone find me this girl’s phone number holy shit.
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In a larger sense, I would also tell you not to always trust your first impression, either. I know I do this too much, and I know that a lot of other people do, too. When you see or hear something new, go ahead and dig your hands around in its guts a little bit, and see if your opinion doesn’t change. Read up. Ask questions. The art will wait for you to catch up.* Also, someone find me this girl’s phone number, holy shit.
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via Life @ Number 8
*I fully recognize that there are things you will hate immediately, but remember that being able to explain why you hate something is what differentiates a grumpy child from a person people respect. That said, fuck “Catcher in the Rye”, and no, I don’t want to talk about it.
(Quinn Daly is a retired horse trainer, writer, and photographer. He enjoys cocktails, food, and “art, in general.”)
