The Only Bad Thing About Alabama So Far

is this damn liquor law about not selling on a Sunday. I debated bringing my own bottle of whiskey here, and now I’m kicking myself. No beers anywhere around, no nothing. It’s not like I’m planning on having a drinking contest with the Hampton Inn deskclerks (although one of them is rather cute)… I’d just like a drink or two to unwind after the day (and I’ll undoubtedly want one after teaching).

Tonight, this old man in a satan-red dinner jacket walks into the lobby and says "Now where can I get me a six pack of beer in this town?" I wanted to go over and hug him. I bet he’d be fun to drink with. One of the desk clerks explained the liquor laws to him, and he mumbled and headed over to the complementary cookies.

So it goes.