We were already on our way south to go to our friend Viry's brother's wedding, and were already probably forced to make a stop in Texas anyway, so we made a mini trip of it and met up with Zoe for some good times in San Antonio.
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Seattle's airport lounges are fun because they often have quality Elysian beers for me to swig.
The Immortal India Pale Ale:
You walk through an inconspicuous door marked by a flickering neon sign that hisses DESTINY. The dark room carries a vaguely floral scent, crisp as freshly cut grapefruit. Next to the cards on the table sits a cracked chalice filled with enticing golden ale. "Please take a sip", invites a low voice from behind the red curtain, "and remember, there's power in balance."
We met Zoe at the Airbnb and played a game of "who looks better in this pair of jeans" before we went to sleep.
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