I was joined by a two fisted, hard hitting crew at the Duke last night for schnitzels and beer (and whiskey). I dips me lid to everyone who dropped in, especially to Bangar who gifted me a bottle of bathtub bourbon. I’m figuring on how to get that bad boy through the security checkpoint this afternoon.
It can be a lonesome trail, writing, and I appreciated the chance to catch up with a bunch of other scribblers outside the confines of a festival where you’re usually getting hauled from one event to the next by some fierce and no-shit-taking publicist.
Props to the Bourbon King, Steve, Dave, Nathan and Luke for the diverting evening.
The schnitty was excellent too.