The Mad Poller What Polls at Midnight (maeincarnate) wrote,
The Mad Poller What Polls at Midnight
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Dremos Thursday?

Picture it: Summer. 2004.

A group of people, linked by friends, colleagues, and colleges, yet bonded by the Internet meet at a local watering hole for drinks and beer games. A fun time is had by all, and it becomes a habit. Such a habit that it becomes second nature to both the revelers to go and the bartenders to expect them there.

Whatever happened to those carefree Thursday evenings of yesteryear? Where indeed have all the flowers gone? Wordsworth may have taught us we can never go back again, but there the bar sits and here we are reading.

Whaddaya say? Dremos tomorrow? Come on. For old time's sake.
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