I glance at my friend, Claire, the bartender, as she quietly and easily commands the counter. Pretty and slender, she carries the caliber of even the college professor beer connoisseur customers who enjoy slyly testing the sweet young barkeep with casual conversations about their present pints. She places a round cork coaster under my nose and stands my hard apple cider atop it. As I sip my cold cider; crack peanut shells and lick my salty fingertips, I listen, admiring Claire's honorary membership -hell, her presidential status- to this boys' beer club.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Boys Beer Club
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Are you at The Moan and Dove? Love that place!
ReplyDeletecold cider. tricky. looks like alliteration but isn't.
ReplyDeletedark lagers and pale ales. i love that line. i love it.
So well done, as usual, Rach! I felt like I was there!
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