Yesterday afternoon, I made all my bus connections perfectly and got myself over to Newport.
I went into the Famous Liquor store on York Street (you know, I don’t really think they’re famous at all), picked up a big old bottle of vodka, a bottle of tonic water and five packs of Camel Lights.
Walking back down York Street, I noticed that Bart’s was just opening up, so I stopped in, had a few drinks and chatted with my buddy—bartender Laura. After about an hour, another friend—Ann—came in, so I was forced to drink a little more.
After three or four vodka and tonics, I got myself back over to Cincinnati, again making my bus connections perfectly.
Wrapping it up, I’m ready for another round of the white death. In case you don’t know what “white death” means, it means “snow.”
(Photo of snowy Cincinnati found on Google)