January 2, 2012
So I asked the hotel desk manager how to get to the liquor store, figuring to get a six pack of something not-awful to relax with that evening. The directions were bang on, except that she neglected to mention the place was 8 miles off I69, and I spent a solid ten minutes on a dark two-lane road wondering where in in bumfrack Indiana she’d sent me. Then I saw the place was not "Gabe’s" as I thought I’d heard her say, but Gay’s. I laughed at myself. Of course the liquor store in Bumfrack, IN would be called Gay’s. But, lo. Entering through the automatic door, I found the interior well-lit and scrupulously clean. My pulse quickened as I started towards the coolers in the back. Perhaps tonight would prove more fruitful than a six-pack run. And indeed it was. I must apologize to Gay’s Hops-n-Schnapps for my premature flippancy. Far from rough trade, Gay’s offered me sweet tender loving on a cold Janurary night with a solid selection of excellent brews.