Verano is in LA for five weeks starting yesterday. I have a bucket list which I'll post, starting with item number last, which I've already crossed off the list:
Do something stupid.
In anticipation of her trip I purchased a case of Golden Monkey, which is my favorite beer. It's a golden Belgian tripel which, weighing in at a nasty 9.5% alcohol-by-volume, is not a beer to dick around with. But I did anyway. I was four-and-a-third of these babies in when I put some water on the boil. I was four-and-a-half in when I put the rice on and dropped the chicken. I was still four-and-a-half in when I was woken up by a swarm of buzzing firemen. I don't even think I could remember my name last night. They ventilated the place but it still smells like meat and starch stuck to the bottom of a pan. And, between the noisy fire alarms and the smoke, the Cat is not only ticked off, he's a little nervous. I don't like making my cat nervous.
Somebody else paid my tab last night and I'm grateful for that. But maybe the bar should have thrown me out instead. Lesson learned: get something else to drink after that third one. Like water.
Oh, the icing on the cake was the Doves song that was playing as I came to. Great, just rub it in, barman.
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