July 10, 2024

Do it for him

You once threw a big party every year in the middle of July which, due to circumstances, began at 10:30p, ended at 4a, and involved several hundred bottles of imperial stout. It would always be thrown in the middle of a music festival that you like, and eventually it got to be the sort of thing that bands who played the festival would attend, and after 10 years of that form of absurdity you got tired and ended the party the only way you know how: with ten-year verticals of Bourbon County Stout & Dark Lord. You are a normal person and this is how you live.