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Beer. The regular kind
Coming out of the hotass forest. Sweaty, dusty, hot, we climbed into our sweltering truck. I did my best at the public hose bib thing at a camp site. Those young kids can't unsee that I'm sure. 😳
Any ways. Holiday traffic and google maps got me super close to Lake Tahoe. I made a beeline. I was stuck in traffic and did a quick turn into the hard rock casino. The bartender took one look at me and said, BEER? Uh...sure! Opted for the Silver Bullet. He pulled out a frozen glass and filled it with the coldest beer I've ever felt. A sheet of slush slid off the side of the glass and soaked my bar napkin.
It was profound how great it was. Living in the land of the micro brews. I forget about the big players in the beer world.
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poof! gone
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