[I want beer.]
This does not mean I've had a beer. It just means I want one. Or two. I want the bubbles. The foamy head. The cool carbonation sliding down my throat. The bottle sweating in my hand. The buzz. The subtle clinkety clink of the bottle hitting my wedding ring. The white vapor tickling my nose A fine mist rising from the bottle neck like a genie granting me a wish the second I crack the cap. The way one sip brings me home. To my roots. My beer drinkin campfire sittin motorcycle ridin muddy country dandelion roots. I was chatting with a fellow preggo the other day and she mentioned that there's a bar in downtown Sarasota that serves delicious non-alcoholic beer. Clausthaler. It's a German brew. (Like me.) "You walk in with your belly and I promise you, they'll hook you up," she said. "The bartender loves pregnant ladies." --- PS. Happy St.
Patrick'sPug-trick's Day. Guess where I'm going Saturday?