Pub Crawl: bout time

I’d be lying to you if I said that I wasn’t worried about the state of my health.  The reason I mention it is that I forgot to do the post (this thing) yesterday.  Totally just forgot.  I’ve been forgetting a lot of stuff lately.  Not just names and words but simple stuff that I know I know just seems to be slipping away.  When I write and type, I leave out whole letters or go to use one and another comes out.  And, as we know, my lack of enunciation is pronounced.  What I’ve realized is that I’m probably having a stroke very slowly.   But that is my problem.  Here, finally, is the show.  Smacznego.

Godfrey’s Pub Crawl,  part bar, part radio show, parts unknown.  Featuring Meredith, our “Bartender to the Stars” and her gaggle of misfits, malcontents, ne’er do wells, once-functional alcoholics and anyone with testicles (or congruent lady parts) enough to give us a ring.  Just like your local tavern, we’ll be talking to- and behind the backs of- interesting people from all crawls of life, all while we pour drinks from our bottomless fountain of genteel indignation.  So grab your stool and belly-up ’cause the bar is set, low… REAL low.

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