The exercise:
Write something that takes place in: the brewery.
Had a very pleasant day-before-my-birthday day. Massage this morning (from a friend who we built up a credit with produce over the summer). Afternoon nap while Max was off playing with his cousin. Dinner out with Kat while Max was having dinner with his grandparents. Evening hanging out in front of the fireplace.
Tomorrow is going to have to try pretty hard to be a better day than this one. Although I suppose it does have the fact that it's my actual birthday going for it.
Mine:
"Mmm, I really like this one."
"More than the last one?"
"Yeah, definitely."
"And the one before that?"
"Um... I think so."
"What about the one before that one?"
"I... don't really remember how that one tasted."
"How about the one before that?"
"There was one before that?"
"There were three."
"Oh man, I think I'm starting to feel these beers."
"That's not a good sign this early, man."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we've got another thirty-five varieties to taste before they'll let us out of here..."
2 comments:
I like how all your celebrations start in advance and kind of linger afterwards as well. If it weren't that birthdays give you more wrinkles the longer they last I'd almost envy your two-day birthday :) I'll send you some moisturizing cream as a present though.
Hanging out in front of the fireplace makes you sound like an unseasonal christmas stocking :-P
Heh, I think I'd like a trip to your brewery if you get to taste that many beers in one sitting! Though I probably wouldn't be drinking the entire pint, as it sounds your hapless narrator is doing....
The brewery
Melinda smiled, which didn't look very friendly on her face. She had high cheekbones and a narrow jaw that made her face seemed pinched in; her large eyes which might have given another person a pixyish anime quality instead seemed bulbous and slightly toad-like. All the smile really did was show people that she should brush her teeth more.
"Please remember," she said, and the group cringed, anticipating that she was going to try and sound like they were all somehow together, "dear coworkers, that this is a brewery. Please be respectful of the people who work here."
They filed in through the huge wooden doors in silence, walked along a short brick corridor and came into a hall filled with stainless steel vats where things were brewing.
"Didn't you date her once?" whispered Vince. Dave, stood next to him and sniffing the air with the appearance of a disappointed bloodhound, looked sideways at him.
"No," he said with more a hint of inner-denial. "Not bloody likely."
"You sure?" whispered Vince. "Only I know you told me about that girl where you couldn't tell one end from the other and –"
"Just shut up, Vince! Shut up! Up! Shut!"
"Alright, alright. It was just a question."
"Yeah, another bloody question. I've got one for you, Vince. Why can't I smell any yeast?"
Vince sniffed the air cautiously. "You've got me there, Dave," he said. "All I'm getting is something slightly floral, maybe occasionally smoky?"
"Ladies and gentiles," said Melinda, who had no idea what the word meant but assumed it was short for gentlemen, "please meet Mr. Lipton. This is his brewery, where the entire country's supply of iced tea is made!"
Greg - hah, I shall thank you for your present the moment it arrives :P
Some wonderful details in your writing, as usual. And I think I'd be rather disappointed in that tour if I was expecting to see (and sample) beers being created!
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