You and your friend grumpily arrive at Great Lakes Brewing Company in Ohio City. Crossing W 25th, your phone vibrates with a text message.
OMG FRANCONA HOOKED US UP FOR OPENING DAY
You look at your friend and bark out FUUUDDGGGEE and go straight to the bar and find the darkest corner that you can.
Nothing in the world would taste better than a tasty adult beverage as big as your head right now. Maybe two or three. Your head is kinda big, after all.
As your second beer goes down, you send a tweet to Mike Polk, inviting him to join you at the Factory of Sadness.
No sooner do you put your cell down, it starts to vibrates across the table.
It is your Grandma.
Do you...
Pick it up.
OR
Let it go to voice mail.
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