Happy Hour at the Tin Hat

[Happy Valentines Day everyone. I hope all the disgustingly happy couples our there stay far far away from the rest of us decent folk on this gloriously rainy and gray day in the Northwest.]

I’m paying three dollars for something red and hoppy

in a country you wouldn’t know me in

listening to Dinosaur Jr over the jukebox

while the regulars next to me

imagine ways of reassembling pigs in sandwich form.

I doubt you’ve ever heard of Dinosaur Jr

and I know you don’t drink beer

and you’d probably roll your eyes

at the thought of putting bacon on pulled-pork.

Still, I think you’d enjoy it here--

but I'm two beers in on an empty stomach

and beginning to feel romantic

so I'm not too sure about my judgement on these matters.