Happy hour, once again. I made my way to the popular patio of a place called the Slug and Lettuce on Froman Street. Here I caught some vitamin D, and did some people watching from behind my shades, all the while enjoying another half (still working on my capacity) pint. This time, the choice lager is a Stella, simply because it was the only beer gurgled through the Bartender's British accent that I could understand.Oh, and no need to panic. That’s not my dirtied ash tray in the background…
