Jackie drinking a fancy old fashioned (a “not so old fashioned,” according to the menu) with some ginger liqueur. I have an Oberon.
Both drinking Schlafly APA at the Giant City State Park lodge, after hiking the trillium trail and the stone fort trail. #GiantCity
Or rappelling! (Trail sign in Giant City State Park.)
A delightful article (from 100 years before my birth) on the history of exercise:
“Nothing so pleasantly combines mental occupation with bodily labor as a pursuit of some one of the natural sciences, particularly zoology or botany. If our means allow a microscope to be added to our natural resources, the field of exercise and pleasure is boundlessly enlarged.”
Source: The Gymnasium – The Atlantic
I call shenanigans. That is a curb, not a ramp.
La esperantistoj baldaŭ alvenos, sed mi jam havas bieron.
“I might come into conflict with Nambiar, and I’m wondering if something might give me a bit of an edge—”
“No,” Charles said.
“Well, I’m no martial artist, and Nambiar could kick my ass—”
“No. He would not do that. He would simply kill you.”
To this day, this one of my Wise Bread posts remains the one that I think provides the most useful, actionable suggestion, and yet nobody else seemed to appreciate it: https://www.wisebread.com/and-did-you-do-it-with-respect.
I have a 3 Floyds Zombie Dust, while @jackieLbrewer is drinking a margarita. @biggrovetavern.
“I gave odds you’d be here admiring this sculpture.”
At the princess’s nod, I looked back to the sculpture, in which Shiva’s arm reached around Parvati’s back to fondle her breast.
“Oh. Yes. Very much my sort of thing.”
“You and any man,” she said.