Thursday, January 08, 2009

Frosty Brew II

I just had my latest crate of beer delivered.  They’re running late tonight.  It’s almost midnight and they just showed up.  I had the little security panel on my wall ring, and when I answered all I could see was the top of a woman’s head.  I said nihau? (hello?) and she said pijiu (beer).  This little woman, maybe 45 years old and under 5 feet tall, was humping up a crate of beer.

It’s so fucking cold outside that the beers in the crate were twice as cold as the ones I had in the fridge.  It’s been cold as a witch’s tit lately, bitter biting cold wind blowing in off the Gobi Desert.  It’s “turn your nuts into raisins” weather.