Sitting at the pub

It's ae i gorgeous afternoon at the pub. My favorite pub that I mentioned in the post below. 'm sitting on the upstairs deck, enjoying a fine Haufbrau Maibock. Sitting at a table under a tree so I have "scattered sunlight". It's about 70 degrees outside. Beautiful.

I absolutely love days like this. Sunshine, cool breeze, a good beer, a deck. These days are too few and far between.

Ooops, look at that. Time to head down to the bar for another beer. What will it be this time?

Update: It's Boulevard Irish Ale this time. Hadn't had it before. A friend of mine, who's taste in beer I trust, likes it. After a couple of sips, it's so-so, but maybe it'll grow on me. We shall see.

As I sit up here on the upstairs deck, I hear laughter below. A group of four guys are on the downstairs back deck. All I can hear is the background sound of conversation, then occasionally all 4 of them will break out in laughter. A cacophony of laughter. I don't know which one of them is the funny one, or if all 4 of them are. Can't see them from here.
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Laughter. One of the things I really like to hear from other people. And one of the things I try to elicit from people I'm hanging out with. They usually laugh. Hopefully it's usually with me and not at me. Maybe one day I'll know for sure.