Thursday night? Thursday night!

Attention New York City dwellers:

What are you doing tomorrow?

Are you going to be at The Annex, drinking and dancing with me, your favorite New Hampshirite*?

'Cause that's what you SHOULD be doing.

For one night only, Roots of Creation (New Hampshire-dwelling reggae-rock band and friends of yours truly) will be playing a show on the LES and I'll be in town for the occasion. It promises to be a nice, sweaty, dance-y show, so do come out and let me buy you a beer in celebration of my brief return to those sunny shores of Fistiana.**

The details:

Roots of Creation w/Spiritual Rez and Giant Panda Guerrilla Dub Squad
at The Annex
152 Orchard St. (btw Stanton and Rivington)
Convenient to the F (and JMZ, but who takes that?) at Delancey
Tickets are $10, my sparkling company is free
It begins at 8PM sharp. Late enough for you to go home after work and get pretty for me. Early enough for us to continue the post-show debauchery in other assorted establishments in the five boroughs before I turn into a pumpkin.

Come on out, kids. Because there really is nothing like a Friday morning workday hangover.


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*I may not be your actual favorite New Hampshirite. And I'm OK with that. *sob*

**Tobs, I'm going to try my level best to get back down there for your visit as well. Fingers crossed that I get my speeding ticket fine reduced so I can do that. If not, you might have to stop by New Sheenashire to collect me on your Huffy...

I'll have it in my veins, please.

Dear People of the Internet,

Something wonderful has happened.

Saturday night found me behind the bar, slinging beers and the odd Toasted Almond (the smell of which gives me a hangover). I was all by my lonesome back there, so things were moving at a feverish clip when the Otter Creek Stovepipe Porter (fabulous beer, btw) kicked. Pretty hard, too. It nearly hit the ceiling and splashed merrily across the bar. Anyway, this prompted the old run to the beer cooler for a keg change, my first such foray of the shift.

Down the stairs I trot, fellow waitress Chelsea in tow (she was desirous of a Keg Changing 101 refresher course). I pull open the door, and what is nestled among the Harpoons, Pennichucks, and Magic Hats?

That's right. A whole keg of delicious Brooklyn Lager. Brewed, if my two times on the brewery "tour" serves me, in Brooklyn. Brooklyn Lager! From Brooklyn! In the beer refrigerator at my place of employ (while I'm not exactly a bar-hopper here in the great state of NH, I have yet to see my beloved Brooklyn beer anywhere on tap or in a store)!

Scaling back my hours at the bar has meant that I'm a wee mite out of the loop as far as what's coming on tap, what's leaving, what bands are playing, etc. So, when I do work, keg changes are kind of like Christmas morning.

On Saturday evening in the beer refrigerator, my excitement could only have been greater by walking into the beer cooler to discover Clive Owen, shirtless (naked would be just weird... I mean, it's a giant refrigerator), sitting atop the keg of Brooklyn Lager, clutching a giant bag of money with which to pay off my student loans.

Chelsea patiently watched as I hopped up and down, screeched, and then hunkered down to awkwardly hug the keg like a lost twin.

Then, ever the professional, I recovered myself and we transformed that Otter Creek Stovepipe Porter into Magic Hat's Circus Boy (a MH that I actually like...such that I've...*gasp* purchased it!). So the Brooklyn Lager is waiting in the wings for its big moment. We have the nice weighty tap handle and everything.

Happy Beermas to me!

Happy Opening Day!

Oh man. It's spring at last!