Will Gordon

This is a good Q. Don’t we usually get a Sierra Nevada harvest beer in the fall? Or?

Beer

Having lunch at the Anchir Bar at Buffalo airport with a bunch of rowdy Mafioso en route to Vegas to see Jash and the boys; the charm is still there, but the clock is ticking on this act.

I’d like to thank the good people of Southern Ontario—and, crucially, the other people of Southern Ontario—for introducing us to this absolute Pervert’s Delight.

El Nino or general climate fuckedness or ? got the farmers market going so strong for so long that I'm asking the heretical question "do I even still want peaches in fuckin October?" and the answer is yes but we're pushing it.

One of my favorite personas for the cat has always been degenerate gambler (she likes watching sports and has weird reactions) and fucking Draft Kings has taken the joy out of it—nothing about gambling is funny anymore. Assholes!

Austin is a good do-gooder and this is a good cause!

I love creeping on train commuters’ get-through-the-morning purchases from the South Station liquor kiosk. Quarter pint of Jim Beam and orange Gatorade at 9:30am, good sir? That ought to hold you fine.

The whole show's down to Bob Kraft on a massage table with Ed Sheeran playing him like a Theremin.

I guess it’s a minor victory that the Mannings’ guy at Nike or wherever decided the money was in pretending to be sorry rather than digging in.

Seafood festivals are great if you love seafood and/or handing money to teenagers in “I can shuck all night” t shirts.

Going to RI Seafood Fest today to avoid Carnival in my neighborhood. such an asshole sentence to type I know, but the windows literally rattle for 12 hours—love that the community is having fun, love that I have an escape plan. Anyhow, can’t wait to buy stuffies for all your spouses!

The youth gang we run with (buy beer from) is all starting senior year of college today and I think they’re projected to go 6 for 6 on graduating in 4 years. Have schools done a better job of getting kids thru in time?

We were at one of those daycare type breweries yesterday and I tried to sneak out the back as shortcut so I ended up kinda in the woods with a bunch of rowdy 5 year olds who put me in charge, I wasn’t fully ready but did my best, I think I’m meeting some diaper wearer named Luka for beers later.

I used to work at one of these stupid points companies and my breaking point was when they tried to explain how sometimes it makes sense to buy airplane money. No it doesn’t! The other breaking point was when they fired me, but I stand by the don’t buy fake money position.

StubHub's might be my favorite emails begging for intricate feedback on a pass/fail service. "Tell us how we did!!!" I wanted a Sox ticket, a guy scalped me one, and you took your bit off the top of both ends. How many fuckin stars does that net out to?

I’m excited to see what Moulton fails at next. It’d be fun to see him get smoked 89 to 26 in a Beverly school committee race, for instance.

Dream came true: working the election tomorrow, plum City Hall assignment too! Come by, vote for well I can’t say, vote with your heart, and if my heart agrees then have a lil snort of Old Crow from my Democracy Backpack to honor a vote well cast!

At Wormtown Brewery for the first time in a dozen years, very nice place! Having a Super Norm, a big coconut stout absurdity named for Super Norm.

Last night we watched a stranger's baby for a few minutes so she could run next door and get her "morning wine" before the store closed. Baby was cute as hell. I wonder how the afternoon wine situation is shaking out for them.

Caught up with a buddy tonight and re Donny “I heard Donny was sick” “oh shit, I didn’t know. Donny sucks!” “Oh Donny sucks!” Let’s endeavor to be less like Donny (he’s dead, RIP shitty Donny)

Cashed in a coupon for my first transit lounge visit (Amtrak NYC) and regret to inform myself that the free hummus and not-too-recently-pissed-upon chair are nice touches. Lounges are still for chumps, but.

Lady Em knew in high school just got “fuck around” and “find out” tattooed on her calves and I must meet this woman (who is reportedly “sweet”). What compels one, other than being an aggressive dickhead dude?

The common bar whiskey most similar to Old Crow (ie tastes like burny corn, perfectly) is Wild Turkey.

Fair enough but I might phrase it differently lest the revenuers start asking questions about those other transaction types.

Life is too short to listen to fuckfaces

3 gin drinks, 3 new to me bars, Halfway Crooks pils, cheese, noodles, ending the fiscal Will year strong.

I want AOC to be president for all the normal reasons and also because I got married on her 23rd birthday; her inauguration would be a fine day to turn to dust.

The great new Colson Whitehead book has 3 bad typos in the first 40 pages, so I guess we’ve hit “fancy publishers aren’t even proofreading their biggest novels anymore” levels of anti-literacy. It sucks!

It's grim how Wannabe Executive Brain has so thoroughly poisoned baseball discourse that the Red Sox feel like they have to make excuses for swapping a bum catcher for an All-Star catcher because they also threw in a bunch of mostly unranked A-ball prospects

A friend is working for a place owned by one of the local Food Network contestants from 2014 (the only people who get funded to open big restaurants in Boston) so I went to the site, and man is it embarrassing that the first two words under About are "Celebrity Chef."

My one foolproof financial tip is you don’t have to spend $400 on pine nuts and Parmesan every summer, you can just throw the raw leaves on every single damn thing.

Their ATMs look like regular ones, but there's a Fleshlight instead of a card reader.

Wrigley’s the only place I ever felt scrutinized for not standing fwiw. No one at Fenway, Yankee Stadium, the Mets thing, Philly, Baltimore, Detroit pay any mind.

Every neighborhood bar is dependent on alcoholism, right? Like if you’re right downtown or next to a stadium you can make it work with everyone having 1.5 drinks, but the place on a random corner needs 20 guys who cash their checks there. Grim but essential, I’m conflicted and uncomfortable!