Beer For Breakfast

So....the Hancock Street Pub Crawl...both Heather and Geoffrey have posted detailed accounts of Saturday's goings on...I'll just throw in a few more details and comments for posterity's sake.

The weather was perfect - sunny and not too cold at all. An ideal afternoon for walking the streets of Q-town with a healthy buzz. Many of us were decked out in the official bright orange pub crawl t-shirts, so we received a lot of honks and waves from passing motorists, to which we responded with various cheers, yells and shrieks.

For a while we pushed a shopping cart along with us. It was ideal for holding coats, sweaters, t-shirts and pins forsale, and various times, assorted pub crawlers. At some point the cart was abandoned.

The dancing. I am heartily sorry I somehow missed the sight of Geoffrey dancing. Although considering that Sarsfield's and Club 58 were the 18th and 19th stops, maybe I didn't miss it. I am, however, reasonably sure that I didn't engage in the a-rythmic robotic motions Icall 'dancing.' Better for all involved, and there was other tomfoolery to be engaged in.

We didn't ditch Geoffrey at the last bar. We misplaced him. At that point, our group cohesion - already frayed by many beers - abruptly dissolved. We probably should've been roped together, like climbers ascending Everest or third-graders attending the circus on a field trip. But alas, the crawlers fragmented and dispersed, singly and in small groups, into the night.