As I mentioned, it was in the triple-digits. I had walked about one mile from my hotel - normally not a big deal at all, but somewhat more strenuous on a day that hot at 3 in the afternoon.
So I ordered an 18-ounce schooner of Coors Light. The bartender removed the schooner from the freezer, filled it up and placed it in front of me.
"Three dollars, twenty-five cents," she said, and I'm not going to lie to you: I was speechless for a couple of seconds.
"HOW much?" I asked.
She let out a little laugh. "It's happy hour," she said.
When I was a teenager - this is the late-90s, mind you; more than a QUARTER-CENTURY AGO - I would often get dinner at The Rack Shack on Colorado Blvd and drink longneck Coronas.
They were $3.50 at the time.
And here I was in one of the most beautiful dives in which I have ever drank, surrounded by Coors ephemera, in the year 2024... and an 18-ounce schooner of my beloved Coors Light is only $3.25?
I was tempted to get a $6.75 pitcher of Coors Light. Hell, I was tempted to get many $6.75 pitchers of Coors Light. I was tempted to spend the next 7 hours drinking here.
But I had other bars to visit, all for the first time of course, so I limited myself to two schooners, bought a t-shirt and a sticker, urinated in front of posters of - for some reason - Willie Mays and Arnold Schwarzenegger - and went on my way.
Six dollars and fifty cents poorer.
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