A lesbian couple I haven't seen in a few months invited me out tonight. They've got a lovely little home out in the suburban town of Paradise, so to them an invitation to a brewery at an industrial park practically in New Brunswick was reasonable. I, of course, am not going

But holy shit. It's not on Streetview yet but this is where it's located:
Google helpfully marked my bus stop

But no buses serve Paradise, as far as I know.
So the town has allowed a brewery to be established on a cul-de-sac in an industrial park in an area not served by buses and where most cabs won't go - it's an hours-long wait for a cab in St. John's on a slow weekend, and they'll often just decline a trip that isn't a reasonable turnaround time. And they'll wonder why drinking and driving stats are not improving

Hideous.
I really am... too sensitive... to my surroundings. Some people get overcome with the weather and if it's grey, it sucks the joy out of absolutely everything for them. Urbanity is that for me. There is nothing and no one that could allow me to genuinely enjoy a brewery in a fucking industrial cul-de-sac. Might as well go get drunk in the woods.