In the flow…
The DayDrinker had the most illuminating conversation with an old friend this afternoon in which the concept of being in the universal flow was discussed. The old friend has apparently jumped into the flow and things are now working out just swimmingly for her. Well done, old friend. The DayDrinker on the other hand has obviously lost mojo as the seven second challenge at Todd English’s PUB restaurant at City Center laid me low.
In fairness to me, the strawberry beer probably was not the best choice for chugging. Thick and sweet and refreshing yes, easy to glug not so much. Even the eyebrow plucking bartender from West Virginia (shout out Tudor’s Biscuit World- my hips continue to thank you) agreed. Not that it stopped him from charging me $14 dollars for the brew. Overpriced? Perhaps, but at least I made up for it later with nickel PBRs! Quite possibly the best deal in town.
But back to this flow business. I feel like there have perhaps been times in my life when I was smack dab in the middle of this universe current, happily buoyed along towards my destiny, but somewhere along the ride, the wheels came off the wagon, the train fell off the track, I jumped the shark to mix all the metaphors in one fell swoop.
Is it tragic that I’m fairly certain I peaked in 8th grade? But then again, I couldn’t drink in 8th grade. Not during the cool spring afternoon at the marble topped bar at PUB. I know this for a fact, as Jason (of eyebrow plucking and West Virginia fame) actually carded me when I ordered. Normally that might have been kinda nice, make me feel young again- remind me of those happy days at the top. But, of course, I had managed to leave my id in the car, which was in the self-park, which as anyone who has attempted the ludicrous adventure of self parking at City Center will tell you is about five and a half miles out in East Siberia or West Kansas, take your pick- they do however leave ample room between the cars for no apparent reason other than to frustrate anyone who may be trying to park (or retrieve one’s id) in a hurry. I mean really City Center, if there is one thing that Vegas really actually does remarkably well it is parking structures (see Wynn & Encore for the way a parking structure should work).
I’m not sure how one plugs back into the universal current, but I’m going to order another quarters’ worth of nickel PBRs at PUB and give it some serious consideration.
