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Good evening Pub Night!
If you'll indulge me for a minute, mates...I remember back seven years ago when I came to a Pub Night on my birthday. I think it was my third pub night ever, and at the time I was completely unaware of how much y'all would come to mean to me. I love you, man!
But the important thing is that I am still witty after all these beers. Right, Pub Night? RIGHT?
And now, since the whole of the Triumverate now resides in Brooklyn, by royal decree all future Pub Nights shall occur in Brooklyn. Well, actually just this week, because it is my birthday once again, and I say so. And because there is an awesome Australian bar in my neighborhood that I want to grace with our presence. Sheep Station features Australian beers on tap, aussie and kiwi wines, a collection of mixed cocktails and delicious Australian food. And poutine, which is not Australian, but is tasty enough that I don't care. Be sure to swing by for a taste of Down Under.
Also, be sure to give fellow PubNighter Emily a shout and a hug, as it is also her birthday this week, and we love her.
And, um, no fucking the sheep. It's tacky.
- Jocelyn, Becki, Vineel (and Emily)