The Thursday workday is winding down. It thinks the Friday workday will be right around the corner. You know nothing Thursday.
We will be off and running round about the time my third facepalm would normally be occurring. On the road on the great beer adventure, probably checking in to our fancy Springfield digs at about this time tomorrow. We'll be finished with our Corvallis beer jaunt, feeling at least 6.2% jauntier, if I were to estimate.
The evening will be spent enjoying the best Eugene has to offer. We hope to pass from pub to pub, being greeted with pats on the backs and lovely (and large-y) goblets of stout elixir. Hoping for fun, a safe journey, and path to beer unencumbered by swaths of orange Tennesseans. They aren't welcome. Nothing personal, I just don't like you.
Hopefully, my traveling companions will be all post-y on the trip. The guys in white are waving us in. Come on boys, lets finds that vessel!
neil
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