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spousal duties
Oh, gawd, I'm being dragged orft to see Harry Potter and the Half-Cut Prince tonight. Wish me strength, folks.
Last night we likewise went out on a date, and we discovered a magnificent beer: Troeg's Hopback Amber. Now, if I could smuggle a few bottles of that into the cinema tonight perhaps it'd help with the ol' fortitude . . .
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"count yer blessings"
I have told Pam this, and she is much pleased.
Do give Ben my sympathies . . .
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Oh, I dunno. With a midnight showing I might have been able to sleep through it . . .
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I got the bottled Troeg's after we'd come home. It's one of those extremely rare occasions when the bottled version is near as dammit indistinguishable from the draft: if I had the two side by side I could probably detect a difference, but as I'm concerned (and likewise a sampling Pam) the two are identical.
Unfortunately, the brewery declines to ship more than a few hours away from its home, so you'll have no luck looking for it in Atlanta. But if you're ever up in these parts . . .
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But yeah, it was pretty awesome. :)
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One of the kids just a few feet away from us at tonight's performance let out an ear-piercing scream at a frightening bit, and I leapt a yard in my seat. It was actually the scream rather than the frightening bit that made me jump; the kid's young eyes spotted the bit in question long before I did, so it was only during my descent, as it were, that I saw what it was she'd screamed at.
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"So, did you jump twice?"
No! The frightening bit wasn't all that frightening, once I spotted it. It was the scream wot scared the bejabers out of me.