welcome to drink & walk

"Irregular" ain't no river in Africa. It ain't no river anywhere, except, okay, in Arizona, but even then it ain't never got no water in it. Irregular ain't no holiday or no picnic or no bazaar or no emporium or no flea market or no op-ed or no milk money or no busfare. It ain't no way to be. The dictionary defines irregular as: (1) Raising a peanut butter sandwich to your mouth but missing; (2) Not really being in the army even though you think you're in the army; (3) Eating lots of toothpaste; (4) Skipping to your "Lou" when you ain't got no "Lou;" (5) Hanging out on a busy corner, all by yourself, sitting down, underneath a blanket; (6) A man named "Chester" or "Danger;" (7) Goin' down to Taco Bell for a load of chop suey; (8) A person *not* in a neighborhood bar or a neighborhood bar without any sense of desperation; (9) Not coming to Drink & Walk; and (10) There ain't no 10.

Join us for another round of Drink & Walk, the happy hours where you, too, can be a "Regular." We'll shout out your nickname when you show up -- "Iron Bladder!" -- "Sexual Chocolate!" -- "Sausages!" -- and show you the secret handshake, the secret wolf whistle, and the secret method of excusing yourself after a belch. (Actually, it's not so secret -- you just order yourself another drink.)

Drink & Walk -- the Happy Hours, the Action Figure, the Treatise, the Manifesto, the Lighthouse in a World of Murk.