If you found yourself in a town where 100 degree temperatures are the norm, what would you do? If there are no places to find high culture and live music that puts the masses to shame, what would you do? How would you deal living in a town that has tons of corporate chains but few places in which the owners go to bed fretting over how to make their customers, their neighbors, happy? When every place is baked with the sterility of pre-fab walls and drowning in religious pretension and piety, what do you do?
You find yourself surrounded by friends. The salt of the earth. Top-shelf personalities who know the power of a Friday afternoon happy hour and the joy that comes from deliberately choosing to be with each other. You raise your glasses to the fact that you have chosen this place. This place that others find repulsive and worthy of passing by. You tell yourself this place is just fine, thank you very much, and that the people in this place are people sung about in the most profound songs sung by people independent of anyone wishing to place chains on creative energy.
You raise your glasses and celebrate each other.
Here's to us.