It's February.
It 's 6 o'clock.
The sky is the color of dirty dishwater. The temperature is below freezing . The guy on TV that get's paid to tell us what the weather will be has that excited look in his eyes that means we are in for something nasty.
The work week was 50+ hours of mind-numbing meetings, chaos and consternation.
I need a beverage. I need an adult beverage. I need a couple of adult beverages.
I close my eyes to think of what I want and where I want to go to get it.
Only when I do, I see bright blue skies and people in shirtsleeves and shorts. I see a Jameson at Raglan Road.
But maybe you have a better idea.
If you could be anywhere at WDW for Happy Hour, where would you be, and what would you order?
Get two. I'm buying.