Monday March 29th, the man-date Dan and I had planned two weeks prior. I tell him that we're still on in spite of the fact that I worked an overnight and didn't get in until 8:30AM. I tell him that we're still on and to wear something low cut, but you know? Classy.
Well aware of the fact that Maine Brewing Supply on Forest Ave is closed, I google the hop shop in Gray. Also closed on Monday's. Daniel-san however, being the well traveled fellow he is, is aware of several more potential suppliers. Gotta hand it to him, the kid is always there when you need him. Except when you run 29 Toss and he goes lead blocking to the right, and you get your ass kicked (I'm not bitter).
The only thing keeping me awake is my barely contained enthusiasm, closely tied to the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing.
"Dan, none of this shit is combustible right?"
"Yes and no."
"Not yes or no?"
"Don't be a pussy."
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