A year of Life, the Universe, and Everything

Second Pint of Sailing Santa, by Saint Arnold

Engulfed in reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

For those not in the know of my favorite books and author (Douglas Adams, series of Hitchhiker's Guide...), I am on the ultimate Guide's trail for at least a day or 365 days to seek the question because as of that day I am the answer.  Cold and nasty rainy day this must be a Saturday.  I never could get a hang of Saturdays especially the second one in January of 2015.

I partook in at least three pints of beer (liquid refreshments from Dr. Ink) to cushion the transition to a new age.  An evolutionary voyage through space and time that had me back in a time where I could not remember my last name.  Was it one S or two?  Not to worry the last restaurant had warm chocolate chip cookies to make the end and the beginning of the Universe a sweet transition.  

Two pints of Saint Arnold's Sailing Santa at the hacienda, a stop at Darwin's Theory Pub for the Eighth Wonder Dark Belgian Ale and the special galactic mind-melt shot heard around the world, onto the Heights for the Golden Door to Enlightenment beverage at the Down House (thanks for the fish and grits), and saw a Beagle along the Voyage.

Chaos fell at our feet along the way.  We had driven passed an ambulance and firetruck where unbeknowist to us a driveby shooting and murder had taken place in a nice neighborhood.  On our return to the domicile a car had crashed into one of our favorite eateries and plywood boards had been placed over the front doors.  Is the Universe trying to tell me something?  The World's End... Nah.  Simon Pegg is no where to be seen and we have left crazy behind. And I feel fine.

With all good intentions we hoped for a stop at the Beer Can House and the Buffalo Brewery Company tour and brews, but those time restraints came whooshing by.

Our canine companions greeted us upon our return and insisted on a much needed potty break before coming to our celebration once more.  Who needs a babel fish for translation when we have dogs as smart as ours.  Whitley assisted and protected me from my Pirate Twin-Self until I rejoined reality.

Everyone has their version of hangover cures, and I found mine in a lot of warm hugs from my sailor friends the next afternoon.

Welcome to the Jolly Roger

PIRATE TWIN