Up at 5 am.
800 miles.
5 gas stops.
Severe lightning and thunderstorms.
A brush with bad beer.
Me: What beers do you have on tap?
Waitress: Bud, Bud Light, Miller...
Me: looking absolutely crestfallen
Waitress: ...Boulevard Wheat
Me: Wait, what? What was that last one?
Waitress: Boulevard Wheat?
Me: Yes, yes, that one! I'll take that one!
(hope remains alive!)
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I'm jealous that dash pug gets to be so close to the thunderstorm clouds. I'm worried about you and your Midwest beer selection. Do I need to drive out a keg of Bridgeport?
I, too, am worried about the Midwest beer selection. At dinner last night I asked if they had any microbrews and the waiter said, "Um, I'm not really familiar with those...could you name some?" It was quite sad. Whoever suggested I fill the rest of my trailer with good Oregon beer was brilliant. If only I had done that.
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