Why don’t I own a hip flask?
I’m precisely the kind of person that would and should own a hip flask. I feel like I’m always finding myself in situations where owning a hip flask would drastically improve my circumstances. Yet, here I am. Hip flask-less.
Get it together Travis.
Real people. Imaginary conversations. These are their stories.
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Real people. Imaginary conversations. These are their stories.
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As long time readers will know, I often find myself in bars.
Bars/pubs/saloons/taverns/inns, call them what you will. Sitting in a comfortable bar watching the world go by while nursing a beer, or bourbon as the case may be, is my idea of bliss.
I’m also an avid watcher of people.
Often these two worlds collide and I find myself inventing little backstories for my fellow patrons. This is that.
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Real people. Imaginary conversations. These are their stories.
For the last few days I have spent a vast majority of my time slowly sipping from a bottle of beer at a swim up bar in the tropical paradise that is Bali.
Tough gig I know.
As I’m sitting here people watching, as is my way, it slowly dawns on me that a great many of my fellow beer sipping compatriots have been sipping beer at this swim up bar for a great many hours.
All without ever leaving the pool.
This leads to a most interesting implication.
How many litres of this crystal clear water is actually liver distilled, beer infused urine?
Probably best not to think about it…
Every time I go to the bathroom in one of my favourite local bars I look up at the plaster repair job above the urinal and can’t help but feel I’m being watched.
So I was sitting at a bar, minding my own business, when suddenly a random guy appeared out of nowhere and took the seat immediately to my right. Which I found somewhat peculiar because I was sitting alone in a booth.
He was completely unremarkable in every way and, as I was completely immersed in my drinking/writing, I paid him no mind.
At least I tried to.
[SPOILERS BELOW]
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The correct answer is:
Bonus question: How many pints in my bloodstream?
6. The answer is 6.
