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Skriven 2014-12-28 11:09:00 av MICHAEL LOO (1:123/140)
Ärende: more on FL 519
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Helen Back is more my kind of place - dim and dingy and smelling
of burned dough, with smiling and not unattractive prostitutes
lounging around the patio. The schtick is pizza and alcohol;
the pizza and the prostitutes somehow didn't appeal to me, so
I just had alcohol. The beer selection didn't appeal either,
so I had a drink of my own devising -

Hard hard cider
categories: booze, holiday
servings: 1

14 oz draft Angry Orchard
2 oz Gosling's rum
cinnamon sugar to top

Pour cider. Pour rum into cider. Dust with cinnamon sugar.

source: moi

After two of these, I was eyed slightly nervously by the
bartendress, a petite young slip of a girl. I wondered what
she could do about it if I became (fat chance) unruly.

Inquiry (mostly by Annie) yielded the information that the
girl had spent several years as an MP and afterward decided
to take some time off to have fun instead of accepting one
of several offers to become a policewoman (good choice, given
the current polarizing atmosphere out there).

Back home for some of Bill's homebrew - he had made a Weizen,
which I guess is okay to drink in the wintertime in Florida,
where the climate is not unlike that of Germany in the spring,
and an APA, which was rather malty for my taste but pleasantly
hopped - better than the Goose Island that was on tap at the
East River place.

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Annie and I were supposed to fly out on the same flight at
0559 (so Bill and/or Linda had to get up and out to the airport
only once), but the New American Airlines changed the schedule
so I went out at 0625 to Dallas, and she went out at 1100 to
Charlotte. So Bill deposited me early - the airport is half an
hour away from the house - and skedaddled.

I'd been rescheduled on the Old American Airlines, which meant
that from Dallas to Washington I was supposed to have gotten an
upgrade, only I didn't get one. Instead, I got bulkhead window,
which on some aircraft is especially good, but on this one was
especially bad, with restricted room as there was no leg cutout.
I took my entitled preboard and was settling in comfortably when
a person of great size came up and eyed my place. Luckily, she
was jolly enough, and it turned out she had the aisle seat. It
looked as though one of the few open seats on the aircraft would
be between us, only at the last moment they loaded up some
standbys. We got a young woman who would have been agreeable
enough, only she had a service dog with her, who took away what
little legroom there was, so I had to keep me feet sort of drawn
up for three hours lest the poor beast's paws got tromped on.
Long flight, and for the first time in a long time I was happy to
get off the plane in Washington.

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