So I wanted to have a beer last night, not a PBR which I had in my fridge, but a real beer that I could sink my proverbial teeth into, so I decided to walk on down to the Crow Bar because, shockingly, I knew that they sold such things. However, I wasn’t in a particularly brooding mood. See, usually, going down to the Crow Bar solo meant that I would sit at the bar, alternately staring at the beer in front of me, staring at the mirrored wall behind the bar, and staring at my pack of cigarettes, with the occasional furtive glance around at the other patrons to see if there were any attractive women who might take notice of this sort of oh-so-rogueish behaviour, take some amount of pity/intrigue and come and talk to me, while at the same time not really wanting to talk to anyone anyway. You know, brooding. Anyway, as I said, I wasn’t really in the brooding mood last night. So I decided to take a book with me to keep me company. The book I chose was “Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley. The last time I read it was in High School, and in reading the opening passages last night, I tried to remember what it was like reading it the first time around. I remembered that I’d enjoyed it greatly, but I wondered if I’d really gotten all the subtext as it relates to history as well as modern times, when I’d read it back in my late teens. Anyway, still a great book and immensely entertaining, although it was a bit of a strange read in that particular environment. Felt so pseudo-intellectual.

Later on I had a fascinating conversation about politics, romance and civil engineering with a man with an eyepatch from Louisiana. Oh, and the beer was excellent.