I've returned to the State of Fail after two relaxing and restful days back at my ancestral home. After not making it home last year, and being very angry with that, I was very pleased to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner with the family. I also sated my White Castle fix, and secured fresh stocks of Vitamin Y - ninety-six bottles in total, though much of that is designated as gifts to co-workers, present and past, who can't obtain such greatness here. Buying the Yuengling in bulk is economical too - every bottle I purchased today costs thirty cents less than a Samuel Adams of equal size.
This afternoon, on the ferry ride back over here to the Armpit of New England, I was able to seriously get into Happy Hour is for Amateurs...and it's every bit as good as I thought. If you have a job that you can't stand, one that splits your persona in two and makes you feel like you're wearing a straitjacket, you should delve into this book with a quickness. Here's to you, PhilaLawyer.