drinks in the city

It's Beer Week here in Big City. Which means fun activities all across town and excuses to feel like Mary Tyler Moore, dancing down the street and makin' it after all.

Or more specifically, it means drinking "Mole Grog" with a girlfriend from school after bumping into one another on the busiest street corner downtown, as we're both walking home on our respective foot commutes. And it means watching grown men swing at a pinata with a pipe, making jokes about torts exams as the pinata explodes after three blows. It means scrambling for loot and coming up with a plastic valve of some sort only recognizable to home brewers. And, of course, Beer Week means walking out of the bar with one sombrero more than you walked in with.

I can't wait to see what merriment the World Cup will bring.