Cherry Beer
Last night I learned that I love Belgian Cherry beer. S didn’t like her beer and I offered to let her drink my wine and give me her Cherry beer. I’m not a beer drinker, as most beer is too bitter for me. But this beer K— something, was like a combination of an ale and a cherry soda. My mother would be horrified that I find that a compliment, but I loved it. I went out today and bought a blueberry ale, which is way too much ale and not enough berry. Oh well.
I have just returned from my final attempt to buy shoes; I was unsuccessful. I’ll have to go to Mr Zappo and have it take several times to figure out what size and style I want. Sigh! Union Square was filled with tourists and dogs and toomanypeople! But I survived. I may return to that area tomorrow to see No Country for Old Men, before I go to the deli. Corned Beef! Pastrami! Mustard! Dr Brown’s soda! I’m sure I’ll have a good time spending the day with myself–I usually do.
