ARRRR

The name of my lover was beer, so I wrote it in the sky.

Ladies and Gents,

I once saw a plane -- a skywriter! -- scribble across the heavens on a clear day, "Mary Me Marry." I guess it's pretty hard to keep track of your spelling when you're up a few thousand feet. Then it got windy, and the letters blew haywire, to the tune of "Rammy Re Arm" and "Yammer Marr" and "Mama Rearry." The pilot then typed out "ARRRR" and flew off; perhaps he had run out of other letters. But, I mean, somebody paid for that. And I'm guessing that Mary cut that somebody a break, or maybe not. Consider this: Everything was riding on that skywriter, and he didn't really know his ABC's. Meaning that some sucker had to chase another girl. I guess the moral (and the morale) of the story is -- Communicate clearly and simply.

That's easy enough at Drink & Walk, where "Beer" usually comes out "Beer" and "DrinkDrink" usually comes out "DrinkDrink." Join The Board of Directors for another edition of the Happy Hours with the simplest communiques, this Thursday at 6:00, starting at Angles, and then migrating elsewhere if critical mass develops throughout the evening. If you come early enough, you will witness the Drink & Walk skywriter attempting the new D&W song: "I drink a drink // and a skip a drink // and when I skip a drink // I drink a beer."