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To drink or not to drink, that is indeed the question. At least for me. It has been a question I have been asking myself for the past few weeks. Do I start this new medication regimen recommended by a quasi-questionable medical profesional that's ultra toxic to my liver? Until I find a super duper reliable source who emphatically says I must take this 9-month course of medicine (which can't mix with alcohol), I say keep your prescription pad in your pocket, you white-coated pill pusher.
So, while I search for answers, I drink on. My quest for a solution leads me to look under heavy rocks, the Internets, and inside safes that fall from the sky. Space... the final frontier. It will be my continuing mission, to explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life, and new libations... to boldy find out what the hell to do.
Enough of my crap, what about you? What are YOU going to do? I say drink, my friend! Drink with me in the Lower East Side, with us, the crew of the USS Pubnighticus. It's freakin cold, I get that. Grab a heavy coat and layer. Bundle multiple scarves 'round your gullet and melon and walk briskly on your way from the subway stop a couple blocks away.
Btw, Citysearch says that bottle beers are $2 off on Wednesdays at our PN selection this week! Woohoo!
Aye, Aye,
Co-Captains Cindy (Mike & Rebecca)