I took myself out tonight. In an attempt to celebrate the previously un-thought of one-year anniversary of the OLDR SISTR blog I had just begun to nurse one paltry PBR before being gruffly instructed to head home.
Where there’s smoke there’s fire, and a whole lot of both was wafting perniciously from the corner of my favorite neighborhood watering hole.
Fire department called, youngsters sent a packin, and tabs left unpaid.
Must be a sign of a wild and raucous year of writing to come. Thanks for reading!
-YOUR OLDR SISTR