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Bad Beer June 11, 2019

Have you ever wondered if you really suck at something, but everyone around you is just too nice to tell you?

The husband and I recently went to a brewery we had never visited before. Visiting local breweries is something we like to do when we travel. You get to taste new beers, support the local economy, and you don’t have to pack anything in your suitcase when you move on. It’s great.

So, we go to this brewery that had decent ratings online and each order a flight of beer.

It was, without a doubt, the worst craft brew I have ever had in my life. The husband and I were playing backgammon while we drank our nasty beer, and when I suggested another round, he nigh on shouted “No!” I had to explain I meant the game, not the beer.

Here’s the thing. It was a nice-looking tasting room. With fancy seating and purse hooks under the bar. Someone had clearly put a ton of money into the place. Which means they think they’re making good beer.

It was not good beer! (more…)

 

World Weary February 8, 2019

I love traveling. I love seeing new places and trying new things. One of my primary aims in life is to become a true citizen of the world, so any chance I have to see a new slice of humanity is amazing to me. But with seeing so many things, it becomes harder to be amazed.

It’s like when you’re traveling around Europe and you’ve just walked into your twelfth cathedral and it sort of looks a lot like the last eleven cathedrals. You wander around, look at all the windows, and wonder when you’re going to get to eat lunch.

Then you’re eating your brie, and you think about how so many people would love to have the opportunity to walk through the building you just visited. You feel a little grateful for having seen it, but also still a bit like you really don’t want to visit cathedral number thirteen even though you’ve already purchased the ticket. (more…)

 

Keys to the Kingdom August 31, 2015

So the  theatre that I worked at on the resort wasn’t at all like Dirty Dancing. Mostly because Patrick Swayze wasn’t there to be all sexy, but also because the actors and the servers were not allowed to socialize.

The servers were never allowed to come into cast housing, and fraternizing after hours was looked down upon in the hope you don’t get fired sort of way.

Of course, as with all rules, there were some really good reasons.

Like the time an actor had sex with an underage server.

Or the time the actors and the servers discovered that, with their powers combined, they had the keys to the kingdom.

See, the theatre folk had the keys to all the theatre buildings: the theatre itself, the rehearsal space, the prop shop, the set shop. You know, all the places where illicit fun can be had. The servers had the keys to the place where the karaoke equipment and beer kegs were kept. I think you can see the story starting to build. (more…)