#Brewery Blazers

[thebreweryblazer]

Last Wave Brewing Company, Point Pleasant, New Jersey - Ocean County

[pickledpascal]

Lover

Chapter Four: Karma

Warnings: Smut, oral, penetrative sex, 18+ themes, fluff.

Word Count: 3.4k

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The reception lasted until about three in the morning. Elena and Mark left around ten since that was when they usually stayed up. Jay was the same. Even with half her friends gone, Avery had an amazing time watching Sammy try to hit on people from Jensen's family. She even danced as much as she could in her large dress—not just with Jensen but with Misha, Nate, and Felicia. Jacob wasn't one to dance. He was the type to sit at his table and eat scraps off his plate or drink a liquor of some kind as he watched. 

“Still can't believe this?” Nate asked when he and Avery sat down, away from Jensen who was dancing with his sister. 

Avery shrugged bashfully, glancing down at the tablecloth. “Not really. Seems like it was just yesterday I was dreaming about going to the brewery. And only that.” She admitted with a light laugh. 

Nate nodded as he took a sip from his glass. There was a honey-like liquid inside. Whiskey. “You've grown up.” He smiled softly.

“Yeah.” Avery chuckled. 

She had always thought she grew up a little too fast because of all the things she had to go through. But maybe she was just tall. Of course, Avery was a mature individual, even before she met Jensen, but this seemed to solidify it somehow. Marriage was a grown-up thing to do. She was devoting the rest of her life to being with someone. 

That someone just so happened to be someone she watched on her TV. 

Once back in their cabin, Avery took off her large dress and hung it up in the corner of the room. In exchange for the dress, she wore one of Jensen’s intentionally large sweaters. It stopped at mid-thigh on her. 

Jensen stripped off his blazer and tie with the top buttons of his shirt haphazardly undone. He pressed his lips to Avery's cheek. “Now… An Impala is waiting to be christened, Mrs. Cairo-Ackles.” He teased in her ear, hands on her waist as he pulled her against his chest. 

Avery turned her head and let out a small laugh. “Alright, Mr. Cairo-Ackles.” 

Their cabin was out of the way of the others, by design. They just hoped no one decided to go on a night hike. Knowing Misha, it was a possibility. Even then, he knew better. The Impala was parked right outside the cabin. Over time, it had become Jensen’s car of choice instead of his modern sedan. It was great to haul a lot of stuff in and well…. Great for stuff like this. 

Jensen lay in the backseat as Avery climbed over him, closing the door behind her. As the door slammed closed, Jensen grabbed her shirt and pushed it over her head. What he was met with made him nearly choke on his own saliva. 

“See something you like?” Avery winked. Instead of the bra she usually wore, she had pasties on. They were black and in the shape of a heart. Jensen gulped. “I'll take that as a yes.” She pressed a kiss to Jensen’s lips as she began to unbutton his shirt. 

Jensen drew in a shaky breath as he let her undress him. The pasties were a look. One he liked. He was pulled back into reality when Avery started to unbutton his pants. “No, no, I-I had a plan but then you… fuck. You—” He paused, stopping her.

“Fuck me what?” Avery looked at him, amused.

Jensen cursed at himself for getting distracted. “Shush. I just… Fuck, I need you in my mouth again.” He breathed, running a hand up Avery's thigh. He squeezed slightly, loving the way her skin felt.

Avery licked her bottom lip in thought. She genuinely didn't think Jensen would want that again. Or crave it. “Okay.” She resigned herself from Jensen and sat back on the leather seats of the Impala. 

Jensen let out a breath as he adjusted his position to get in between Avery’s legs. He slid off her underwear and pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. His fingers traced over the dark lines of her tattoos on the front of her thigh. Screw boobs or butts, Jensen was a thigh man. He bit on a particularly thick part of her thigh, causing Avery to let out a light moan. 

“Honey,” Avery pushed a hand into Jensen's hair, messing it up in the way she loved. “C'mon.” She knew he wanted to take his time and ravish her, but she was getting impatient.

Jensen smiled smugly up at Avery, pressing his fingertips into her skin as he pressed a few kisses on her tip. He kept his hand on Avery's thighs as he took her in his mouth. 

He had been wanting to do this again for such a long time. He wasn't even sure. Likely since the last—and only—time. Jensen wasn't sure he'd want to admit how many times he'd thought about it. They have had a few escapades at night since Avery's birthday but they were few and far between and usually included Jensen getting fucked so well that he couldn't form words for a while after. Avery liked pleasing him. Jensen just wanted to return the favor. 

Jensen had nearly forgotten just how much he liked this. The weight in his mouth, Avery’s noises, the taste. He missed it. He wasn't even aware that was something he could miss. 

Avery watched with dark eyes as Jensen started to move his head. She forgot just how good he was at sucking dick. Not perfect—was anyone?—but amazing. “Honey, shit—” She panted heavily, scratching at his scalp. “Fuck.”

Resisting the urge to smirk—partly because his mouth was busy—Jensen focused his attention on the head of her cock. As his tongue pressed against her slit, Avery drew in a sharp breath. Jensen looked up at her and knew he had done something right. 

Avery let out a choked moan, a crease between her eyebrows as she let the pleasure wash over her. “Fuck, honey! I—” The muscles in her legs started to tense as desire built in her stomach. “Keep–Keep going. Such a good boy.” She wanted to pull harder on Jensen’s hair but she refrained, not wanting to accidentally pull him off. She liked this. Maybe a little too much.

Jensen had no plans of stopping until Avery came. In his mouth this time. Even if he liked the fluttery feeling it gave him when it was on his face. 

Digging his palms into the flesh of Avery's thighs, Jensen kept at it. Sucking and feeling up every inch of her cock with his tongue that he could. His brain buzzed louder each time his head bobbed down. Being distracted, Jensen had to remind himself to breathe through his nose a couple of times. He needed Avery to feel good, he didn't care if he died in the process. 

Would be a nice way to go out.

“Shit, Jay—” Avery hissed softly as Jensen grazed her cock with his teeth. Her leg jerked at the contact, driving into his back. He didn't let it distract him. “Fuck, please—I’m close.” Her lips parted as she stared down at Jensen between her legs. She'd never get used to seeing him in this position. So eager to please, lips red, and pupils so dilated she could only see a ring of green. 

Jensen let out a hum as he glanced up at her chest. He liked watching how her chest rose and fell as she breathed. His own pulse quickened. Avery shivered as she let out a pant and drew in a shaky breath. 

She came a moment later. Jensen quickly swallowed everything he could. Letting her go from his mouth, he licked and kissed at her tip. He wanted to drink every last drop inside her but he refrained. 

Avery brushed Jensen's hair away from his face with her hands. “As much as I love seeing you like that,” She pulled Jensen up to be face to-face with her and ran her hand down his exposed back. “I think I like seeing your face when I'm fucking you better.” She whispered into his lips. 

Jensen happily leaned into her lips, wrapping his arms around her neck as she worked his pants open. Avery had to pull away to focus on shoving them down his legs, leaving Jensen to nip and kiss at her neck. With a gasp, he was pushed down onto the seats once he was completely bare as Avery climbed over him. 

Avery pressed a few kisses to his chest—particularly where she saw some freckles—with a hand on his shoulder to ground herself. Jensen watched with hooded eyes, licking his bottom lip absentmindedly. He couldn't believe his life. He had someone who loved him so wholly—so deeply. 

“I'm gonna assume there's no lube in here?” Avery chuckled softly, a hand on Jensen's thigh as she settled in between his legs. 

He coughed a little, embarrassment flooding his chest. He might have forgotten about that. Too distracted. “No, but—uh,” Jensen wasn't sure why he was so flustered. He'd done this with Avery before. “I prepped myself earlier.” 

“When was this?” Avery cocked an eyebrow.

Jensen ducked his head, feeling a heat cross his cheeks. “This morning.” 

Avery thought so. That was more than twelve hours ago. “It probably helped but… this might hurt a little.” She whispered softly. “I'm gonna prep you best I can, okay?” 

The addition of lube would certainly help but she didn't want to completely ruin the mood by getting dressed, making her way into the cabin, trying to find lube, come back, and get undressed. Jensen didn't want to wait either. Why would he? Avery was completely naked—save for the pasties—her freckled chest was heaving, the muscles in her arms were well-defined, and her makeup made her look more ethereal than he already thought she was. 

“Take a deep breath,” Avery advised softly. Jensen nodded as he sucked in a breath. She inserted a finger inside him. He made a small noise. It was only a bit painful. He was glad he knew well enough in advance to try and prep himself. “That's a good boy.” She sighed. 

Jensen groaned softly after Avery added another finger—only when she felt he was ready for it. “Please, sweetheart, I-I need you.” He whined. The feeling of her fingers stretching him was agonizing. He was desperate and felt more and more desperate as time went on. 

Avery shook her head. “Not yet. Be patient.” She continued her work even after he kept whimpering about how much he wanted her dick inside him, not her fingers. She pressed a kiss to Jensen's lips to soothe his whimpers. “It's okay, honey, you'll get what you want.” 

Jensen leaned into Avery's kiss, expertly slotting his nose against hers. At this point in their relationship, he could care less about his nose bumping into the bridge of her glasses. His hand maneuvered onto her solid shoulder, the place it seemingly always made its way to. 

Avery sighed against his lips. She withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her dick, softly pushing into Jensen. His jaw dropped open in a silent moan, allowing her to nip at his neck. He always thanked whatever was out there for Avery and how she treated him—how she made him feel so much. 

“Avery, fuck—”

“Shhhh, relax.” Avery nipped at Jensen's jaw. She liked being rough but not right off the bat. Jensen still needed to adjust to the feeling of her inside him. “More deep breaths for me?” 

Jensen whimpered softly, he didn't want to wait longer but nodded. He breathed, adjusting his legs so they wrapped around Avery's waist. Something about it made him feel like she was deeper. “Please.” He couldn't even begin to express how much he needed her. Craved her. 

“You sure, honey?” Avery hooked a finger under Jensen's jaw, tilting his head so he looked in her eyes. 

He had to resist the urge to whine in response. “Yes–fuck–Avery, I need you to start moving!” Jensen hissed. 

“Bossy,” Avery teased playfully. “But I understand.” She knew that if she was in the same situation Jensen was in, she'd be plenty impatient too. Her hips started to jerk at a steady pace. She busied Jensen by pressing their lips together, swallowing down any moan he made with her mouth. 

Jensen cupped Avery's cheek with his left hand, face contorted in pleasure. He didn't even realize they were consummating their marriage. Another sign that, hopefully, they would be together in life and in death. In all the amazing and wonderful ways. In all the dark and twisted ways, too. 

Really, all Jensen wanted a year ago was a partner. One that would love him a fraction of the amount Avery would. And then he met Avery. And he was pleasantly overwhelmed with her love for him. He didn't even know half the ways he could love someone. Avery taught him new ways. He loved the new practices. 

Like this. 

He hadn't imagined he would be the one getting fucked in the back of the Impala when it first came under his possession. Avery quickly changed his mind to the point where it was all he could think about for a while. 

Avery let out a moan against Jensen's lips, the thrust of her hips faster as she set her palm against the glass behind his head. The car started to shake, making a small creaking noise, each time she drove into Jensen. “I love you.” She looked into his eyes as the words slipped out of her.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Jensen breathed, appreciating the way her lips parted as she stared down at him. Compared to their previous times together, this felt a lot less rushed—even if he was needy—and more soft and sensual. 

He never would have thought he would be so in love with someone so much younger than him. But Avery was the woman for him. Her smile made his day better and her laugh brightened it like the sun. 

And then there were her choked moans. Jensen could get himself off just listening to those. If she'd let him.

“Fuck!” Jensen hissed as Avery hit his prostate at just the right angle. 

“There it is.” Avery smirked. “That feel good?” Her eyes held a teasing glint. She wanted to hear him say it. 

Jensen grunted out a “Yes.” He shifted his eyes to her lips. Her red lipstick was still somehow impeccable, the pigment didn't budge at all. But he was acutely aware of the red marks in the shape of her lips on his chest. “Avery, I need–”

“I know, honey.” Avery had begun to get a divine sense regarding Jensen. He needed a little more and then he'd come undone. “Shit… I'm with you.” She knew her orgasm was building just like his. “Just—ah—Just,” She pressed her forehead against Jensen’s, glasses steaming up at the heat from their bodies. She didn't mind. “Cum with me?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Jensen agreed eagerly. There was so much tension in his body that he just wanted to release. 

As if a tidal wave on the shore, it happened all at once. Jensen came first and, not more than a second later, so did Avery. A whimper of Avery's name left his lips, legs shaking as they brought her closer. Avery gasped as she was pulled into Jensen's chest. 

Jensen cupped Avery's face as he brought her in for a kiss. She quickly leaned into it. For a little while, they stayed there. Simply enjoying the feel of each other.

Until Avery became aware of the cold night air creeping into the Impala, making the hairs on her arms stand up. “Honey, we need to get inside.” She whispered as Jensen tried to capture her lips again. 

“Do we?” He whined softly. “I'm comfortable right here.” Jensen ran a hand down Avery's spine.

Avery rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “You won't be in the morning.” As much as she loved the Impala, she had a feeling sleeping overnight in it wouldn't be good for her back. And an unsuspecting hiker could always catch a glimpse of them in the morning. Avery wanted to keep the look of a thoroughly fucked Jensen to herself. 

“Fine.” 

averyxcario: after some years, ive finally made it out of the country!!! to paris no less. 

Avery hummed as she scrolled on her phone, taking a bite out of her croissant as she and Jensen sat outside the café they got their lunch from. He had a mug full of espresso that looked comically small in his hand. 

“You never did tell me how you know French.” Jensen cocked an eyebrow at her. She had ordered their meal in perfect French that could fool anyone into thinking she was a native. If they didn't recognize Jensen as an American immediately. 

Avery shrugged, “Four years in high school plus one in college.” She set her phone down. “Plus I had a friend who was learning French too, we would speak together sometimes.”

“Had?”

“He's the one we don't speak with much anymore.” Avery explained as her eyes shifted to the Eiffel Tower in front of them. 

It was fairly early in the morning but there were crowds nonetheless. Avery was glad they booked a hotel right outside the tower so they didn't have to go to the park if she wanted to take pictures. 

Jensen nodded in understanding. “Ah.” 

A few more minutes passed and Avery had finished her croissant as Jensen finished up his espresso. They opted to walk around for a little while. 

They didn't exactly have plans, it was their honeymoon, so why would they completely plan it out? Avery wanted to find the cafés locals liked, favorite bars, underrated museums instead of the Louvre, and maybe find a few hole-in-the-wall restaurants. If such a thing existed in Paris. They had to if they existed everywhere else in the world. 

Jensen had Avery's hand in his as they walked. He couldn't stop staring at the rings on her finger, conscious of the ring on his own finger. 

The rest of the day consisted of exactly what Avery wanted. A bar Jensen had never heard of that had tons of experimental drinks that Avery immediately tried. He wasn't sure how they found it in the first place, the front looked like a normal building in the city but inside was a different story. It was lit lowly, almost entirely in blacklight, and felt more akin to a club than a bar—with all the teens and twenty-year-olds especially. No wonder Avery gravitated towards it. 

Jensen didn't complain though. He went for an orange wine instead of the slew of cocktails Avery tried. One of them tasted like mushrooms, apparently. It made her grimace. She hated mushrooms. 

When they left the bar, Avery glanced up at the moon. It was full and shined down on the street around them. The street lamps were lit. There were only a few people around. It was late. Probably midnight but neither of them checked. Avery felt like she was in a fairytale. Or a Laufey song. 

Jensen wrapped his arm around Avery's shoulder, smiling absentmindedly as they walked back to their hotel. 

“You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart. And bewitched me.” Avery sang softly, taking his hand to twirl him in her arms. 

Jensen laughed softly as he swayed with her. He couldn't care less that they were dancing in the street in the middle of the night. She looked radiant. He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. “I’ve never been through this all-consuming, fire fuming, cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying. ‘Cause I think I'm falling.” He sang, running his hand up her shoulder. 

Avery's buzzed mind couldn't believe she got Jensen to sing one of her favorite songs. To be fair, she had a lot of favorite songs. And her sober mind would be astonished too. “You bewitch me every damn second you're with me.” She breathed. 

Jensen swore his heart stopped. He knew those were the lyrics but hit him so much deeper when they came from Avery's mouth. He dipped Avery, causing her to let out a noise of surprise before it was muffled by his kiss. 

“Woah.” Avery was stunned, sobered up in an instant. 

“Yeah,” Jensen sighed dreamily at his wife. His wife. It set in right then and there. “Woah.” 

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[bullybrakes]

Phase 4 and a Vacation!

I was sent to San Diego for a work conference last week. Logistically it was a bit challenging, considering that at the time I was only 1 month out from my bypass. I had to do a lot of planning and prepping to make sure I could hit my fluid and protein goals without getting TSA'ed. I brought some packets of chicken, small portions of protein powder, Gatorade zero, and water flavorings in my carryon bag and got through just fine. I was able to get decaf coffee at Starbucks once I made it through security, so I just added my protein powder to that. In the future I will have to remember to bring my milk frother or a shaker bottle because it didn't mix super well with a spoon, but I was able to hit my goals without triggering a cavity search so I'm calling it a win.

At the hotel I was able to nibble on some shakshuka for breakfast and I finally got the go ahead to start incorporating cooked, non-starchy vegetables and hot cereals! I have never been so excited for broccoli and oatmeal in my life. The hotel I stayed in even provided aluminum reusable water bottles in the room, so I was never without. After a quick grocery run for some nibbles (Sabra hummus cups, a small container of vanilla protein powder, microwaveable lentils, and some low-carb instant oatmeal) , I was set. Another lesson learned though - microwaves and functioning refrigerators are not always standard in boutique hotels. But I was able to get them delivered to my room, which was nice and made meals while I was there much more budget friendly. I had forgotten how expensive San Diego was. Gas was $6.37 a gallon downtown! Our hotel was very unique, and I enjoyed our brief stay. And can we talk about the lighting in this bathroom? This was also the first time I got to bust out the business clothes donated to me by another surgical patient from my practice. I have one of these blazers in pretty much every color and I'm so stoked.

After the conference wrapped up and Bobby joined me, we visited some of our old haunts including Point Loma where he proposed, Coronado where we used to take a much smaller Archer to play on the dog beach, and we walked through our old neighborhood downtown.

Bobby hit his favorite breweries and restaurants (well, the ones that are still around a decade and a pandemic later anyway) and I was able to enjoy myself as well. At one point I realized I probably looked like a loon when I realized I had ordered decaf coffee (a sin), no beer at a brewery, and then proceeded to eat the filling of a singular taco from my taco flight with a fork using the world's tiniest bites. The waitress was perplexed but didn't say anything at the very least.

We eventually left San Diego and headed up the Pacific Coast Highway to Santa Cruz in our rental, which somehow ended up being a Camaro despite us reserving a sedan. No complaints there! While there we checked off several bucket list items including hiking through the redwoods and whale watching in Monterey Bay. I also scrambled along the rocky shores at the Point Loma tidepools which we never seemed to time correctly when we lived there previously.

We did have one casualty on our hike - my trusty 64 oz glass water bottle/weapon, Greenie. May she rest in (recycled) pieces.

The best part of the trip though was keeping up with Bobby. There were lots of hills and stairs and climbing on our outdoorsy adventures that not too long ago would have left me huffing and puffing. Not anymore! What's not to love - giant trees (we stood up in one with room to move), whales just doing their thing (outside of an aquarium!), protected wildlife areas, SEA OTTERS, banana slugs the size of well, actual bananas, and quality time with the hubs. Overall, I finally feel like I'm thriving instead of just surviving. I'm starting to live life the way I have wanted to for so, so long. No regrets.

And look at this cute treehouse tucked away in the redwoods where we stayed. Does it get any cuter!?

[nickgerlich]

Page By Page

I have always been an avid reader. It started when I was a mere lad, and my parents would buy me Hardy Boys Mysteries books, as well as take me to the library. My parents may not have been rich, but they provided a wealth of opportunity, and I am so happy that I ran with it.

As a writer today—in addition to my academic writing, I also write for several magazines and have been co-author of two books—I have come to realize that to be a good writer, one must first be a great reader. It’s kind of like photography. You learn from watching how others do it, and all that reading I did as a kid, and have continued to do as an adult, provides inspiration, new vocabulary, literary tropes, interesting twists and turns, and more. You can study text books all day long on it, but the real lessons learned are from those out there in the trenches doing the work.

As an adult, I have participated in book clubs, usually informal and mildly structured chat sessions. While we could have done these online, in the pre-COVID days the emphasis was on F2F.

COVID, of course, changed all that, forcing all of us into our cocoons and online for life, love, and work. Now that we continue to emerge in the post-COVID era (and I use that phrasing loosely, because I realize that COVID is still among us), we are finding ourselves doing a balance of both F2F and online.

And here is where all that book talk returns to the discussion. Book clubs are all the rage now among Gen-Zs and Millennials. It’s just that they don’t look a lot like how we did it in the past.

Rather than the typical high-brow book clubs of old, usually in someone’s living room with crackers and adult beverages to complement our insightful colloquy, book clubs are happening in breweries and even on group runs. Of course, if you can talk while you’re running, you’re really not running that hard. You’re socializing, but that’s OK. It’s better than being a couch potato.

And then there are social media gatherings, which can attract many thousands of people through the power of specific hashtags, like #BookTok on TikTok. That’s something your grandparents probably wouldn’t do, they—I mean we—of the tweed blazer with elbow pads set.

How we do it today, though, is not nearly as important as that we are doing it period. That’s the huge takeaway for me, and signals a renaissance in the making for the book industry. Aside from a temporary major bump during COVID, and subsequent minor decline, book sales overall are trending upward. Unit sales are up 30% since 2012.

This comes at a time when I had all but given up hope for a revival, thinking that reading had fallen by the wayside. My daughters read a lot of books while growing up, probably because they were surrounded by them in our house. It rubbed off. But I just did not see it elsewhere. I could see the decline in my students, because what comes out of a person’s mouth and keyboard is a function of what goes in the brain first. You can always tell when a person is well-read.

Fortunately, this is a situation that is correctible. Better yet, it is a breath of fresh air to learn of younger adults developing a passion for reading, and while it is an activity that we initially do alone out of necessity, it can be shared with others later in a group setting. And as we are seeing now, those groups can be real or virtual.

I’ll be understanding and say that reading is not for everyone. Some people have difficulties and disabilities. But for those who can, then I urge them to do. While the brain is technically not a muscle, it can grow stronger just like your quads and biceps. It’s just that you need to exercise it.

There’s hope for an industry as well as for a couple of generations. Keep consuming those words, and instill that desire in your kids. It’s an investment—just like my parents did—that will pay dividends years down the road.

Dr “Buy The Books” Gerlich

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[adamgant]

15 festive holiday party outfits

15 festive holiday party outfits https://ift.tt/4Tx1nWQ Sharing a roundup of cute and festive outfits for holiday parties this season. Hi friends! How are you? I hope you’re enjoying the morning! We’re back in the swing of things after our trip and looking forward to upcoming holiday events, festivities, and travels. What are you looking forward to right now? I’m so excited for our annual staycation at the Scottsdale Princess and taking the girls to see the Nutcracker in Phoenix. For today, I wanted to talk about cute and festive holiday outfits! While I don’t *love* winter attire (give me summer dresses and sandals any day), I definitely love party clothes. The holiday season is filled with sparkles, plaid, red, leather accents, and I’m into ALL of it. Today, I’m sharing a roundup of 15 festive holiday party outfits! (this dress is from my Rent the Runway Unlimited subscription. My referral link to try it out is here – perfect for holiday events and formal attire – and the link to the specific dress is here.) 15 festive holiday party outfits 1. Classic nap dress with bow heels (I have these from Lulu’s and love them. This link gets you a discount) I just recently got on the Nap dress train and now I 100% understand the hype. The fabric is thick and flattering, it doesn’t wrinkle too easily, and I love all of the different prints, cuts, and colors. 2. Red jumpsuit The classic never dies. Love the polished style and extra tailoring on this one. 3. Leather skirt with a Merry sweatshirt and heels or flats This is cute for a more casual holiday get-together, like a Favorite Things party. I’m wearing a similar outfit to our squadron’s Christmas party, which is at a local brewery. 4. A red top with leather pants and black heels Love this girly yet edgy combo with the leather pants. I have a pair and wear them way more than I thought I would. 5. A sparkly top, cropped black pants, and ballerina flats I think I’m going to order this sparkly top for myself. I’m a huge fan of button-up tops – they always look put-together – and this one is fun, festive, and different. 6. A Somerset dress and heels I’ve accumulated quite a few Somerset dresses – short and midi length- and they’re perfect for everything. The cut is extremely flattering and the offer so many colors, prints, and fabrics. 7. An embellished mini dress with black tights and heels I love how unique and timeless this dress is; you could easily also wear it with booties, or for a date night. 8. This gorgeous velvet dress with black heels Tip: size up in Reformation. This dress has a crisscross back and would look amazing with a black bomber jacket. 9. This velvet blazer romper 10. Sequin mini skirt with a black sweater and booties 11. A-line plaid mini skirt with a white mock neck bodysuit and black blazer This is a cute preppy vibe that would look great with heels, flats, or loafers. 12. This drapy top with a plaid or black skirt and heels 13. This green dress with gold heels 14. This ribbed sweater dress with booties or heels 15. Sequins and fringe with silver shoes SO bling-y and pretty. Ok, friends: what holiday events do you have coming up? What are you wearing?! Please share the goods with us in the comments section. Also, you still have time to enter my epic Amazon giveaway here and little hint that Favorite Things giveaway starts this upcoming Monday! xo Gina The post 15 festive holiday party outfits appeared first on The Fitnessista. via The Fitnessista https://ift.tt/OMTW9Jv November 28, 2023 at 06:46AM

[menswearmusings]

The Casual Alternative to the Navy Blazer

A friend of mine recently invited us for an informal gathering to celebrate his birthday at the local Mad Tree brewery in Cincinnati. Who’s wearing a navy blazer to a brewery for a b-day celebration? A tailored blazer, no matter how soft the shoulder, no matter the sprezzy open patch pocket configuration, feels wrong for something like that. So what’s a (rakish) man to do?

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[lin-cang]

Black Sands and theories.

It's been a minutes since the last time I sit and pour my clouds of thoughts in here. Life 's been in so many flavor to taste, but the best yet, in literal meaning, I found my love on Bali's brewery with their ultimate Black Sand IPA. Its bitter, fresh, airy, and from the moment I tried it with my friend, Indira, its the benchmark of the good kind of beer that I could actually appreciate it, not just liquid with spark pops in the middle. Around our many tall glass of IPA, me and Indira toying around the idea of being women in our generations. For the longest time, I didn't have a older figure to look up too because newsflash, I always being in the middle of younger crowds (don't ask why) so when I met Indira through his husband which is my senior at Youth Exchange Programme I feel that instant click!

She's a Leo, the same side of the element I was born into. Our conversation always lively and we jokes about taboo or old norms that we think its more than outdated. I remember when She sat next to me on a BBQ night in front of the bar. It was our third time move the seating because maybe we too comfortable. She look comfortable of course, wear blazers and sneakers, hair down, with pack of confident that makes people dart on her presence- very Laura Dern vibes Marriage Story version, while me, on my tennis uniform unbothered to change into something cute like what I initially planned to, digging the peanuts on the second bowl refill. The beauty standard and women presence always be the foundations of our starter talks, how I single woman like me put my self on work place and dating life nowadays, how She-the one who already married since she was teenager help me to straighten the ideas of being independent but also sexy in mind not just body. I often circling in my own ideas of idealism at any subject on my life, and most of the time I caught up on my own web of thinking, thats why having somebody more mature help me to lay out the urgencies of every idea that I'm eager to pour it in my life.

That night ended with some guy hitting on me (?) but I couldn't careless because I'm in the mood of being in my own presence. Something that for a long time I consider as a selfish trait, but hell, when your on your 30's the most important thing in this life is: you. Many weeks before that night, I always try to entertain someone else but not myself. When I go places always because of someone not because I want to. That thing ended when I already believe that in this track of life I chose, it is me myself, that I need to support, protect, and carry. I born to big things, bigger than my body, Ad Maiora Natus Sum. Those things that I spoke about during my drinks, during my speech to myself, maybe only the littlest thing that I need to be worry about. The bigger things is better. It will eventually elevate me as a person in all level of aspect in my life. I remember me and Indira joking about to make a podcast that hopefully will reach to the younger audience or whomever needed new perspectives about small things in life.

One time, I was sitting at my living room just need to wind down after work, and numbly browsing through movies on the Netflix catalog. It was boring but just before I fixated my mind, my pointer show me this "The Year I start Masturbating". A very provoking-but not really-title. It's a Swedish movie about 40yo woman who keen to have the second child before its too late, but apparently her boyfriend whom he share her first born with, didn't seem that eager, after that her almost perfect life went downhill in a snap. This is the kind of movie that accidentally suck up your attention because you feel relatable to the notions. I caught myself full attention to the next one and half hours grasping every nook and turn of the story. It is a quite simple story, but when life gets you to places of trial and errors this is the one you needed too, almost like when the main character Hannah get her shit together again, I feel like somehow, I will get the same trophy as she is after those rocky wonky life event. See, sometimes we need just somebody else to convince or introduce us to the theories, maybe also with nice pint of good beers.

[paracay]

Oregon giftshop wholesale book buyers

An Oregon State gift shop is a retail store that specializes in selling gifts, souvenirs, and other items that are related to the state of Oregon. These shops are often located in popular tourist destinations such as Portland, Eugene, and Bend, as well as in other cities and towns throughout the state. Some examples of products that may be found in an Oregon State gift shop include:

Oregon State-themed clothing and accessories, such as t-shirts, hats, and keychains featuring the state flag or popular landmarks.

Souvenirs and collectibles such as magnets, mugs, and ornaments that feature popular Oregon State landmarks and symbols, such as Crater Lake National Park or Mount Hood.

Local artisanal crafts, such as pottery, glasswork, and woodwork, made by local artisans.

Food and drink items that are made in Oregon, such as jams, jellies, sauces, and chocolate.

Books and guides about the history and culture of Oregon State

Outdoor and recreation-related items such as hiking and camping gear, fishing gear, and outdoor-themed clothing and accessories.

Portland-themed items such as t-shirts, mugs, keychains, and other items that feature the city's landmarks and symbols, like the iconic Portlandia statue.

Sports-related items such as jerseys, hats, and other gear that feature the Portland Blazers or Portland Timbers.

Local wineries and breweries gift items such as glasses, openers, and other items that feature their logos.

Indigenous culture-related items such as baskets, carvings, and other items made by local tribes.

Specialty items such as cheese, hazelnuts and other specialty products that are grown and produced locally.

Such an Oregon State gift shop would attract customers who are interested in learning more about the state, culture, history, and its landmarks, as well as those looking for unique, interesting, or entertaining souvenirs and gifts to bring back home or give as a gift.

[calendarcrawl]

February 2019

The Buck Inn, Yorkshire

With January dead and buried, it’s time to flip the calendar over and see what February has in store for us. Turns out it’s a 296 mile round trip to the dales of Malham in the land of stone walls and gravy - North Yorkshire.

But we’re not here to hike up into Malham Cove and admire the natural beauty of its waterfalls and rock formations. Oh no. We’re here to sit inside some of its oldest and cosiest pubs and drink ourselves into oblivion.

We started off at the Calendar pub itself, the Buck Inn. It’s a very Yorkshire looking pub, built in 1874 on the site of an old coaching inn. It’s now a busy outpost for hikers and dog walkers. Unsurprisingly, the clientele were very Regatta and we were certainly the only four blokes walking in there with a calendar, an insatiable thirst and a complete disinterest in walking.

We ticked off the five cask ales (three Timothy Taylors and two Dark Horse Brewery) which were generally good but one had definitely started turning to vinegar. Overall though, it was fine. The staff, the atmosphere, the beer - all inoffensive and fine. Though at an average of £4.20 a pint, on the expensive side.

As with January’s pub, we couldn’t see ourselves in the Buck for the long haul, so we went back to our B&B pub down the road in Hellifield, The Black Horse. Now that was a great pub.

They had some tasty local ales, some wholesome home-cooked food and staff that pulled out all the stops to make you feel welcome. They even sorted us a taxi for an evening trip to nearby Skipton where we observed the locals in their natural environment. We even saw a coach party of Rugby lads in matching blazers scrap each other on the streets. It was a thoroughly enjoyable trip.

Also worthy of a mention was the Sunday morning fry up. It proved to be a highlight for all, and the generous variety of condiments on the table allowed Steveo to finally settle which brown sauce was better: HP or Daddies. (Spoiler alert: HP won)

The only downside was returning to my new car in the morning to see it totally caked in bird shit. And I mean Totally Caked. It was a god damn twig and berry shat-massacre. Should I ever return, I’ll be stalking that car park with a cosh and murderous intent. Bird bastards.

Anyway, this has gone on long enough. Thanks for reading.

Until next month.

[systemalexi]

What is new brewery in temecula Industrial Tank For males?

What is new brewery in temecula Industrial Tank For males?

Should you be looking something a little various other, use a rock color, tad pinstripe, as well as herringbone style, as well authentic. Veto a boxy blazer and commence embark on something which nips from with the tummy. (more…)

[thebreweryblazer]

Frye Brewing Company, Point Pleasant, New Jersey - Ocean County

[babbysquid]

Not A Whiskey Drinker Pt. 4

Author’s Note: Okay so I got a bit carried away with this chapter but I couldn’t help myself so it’s about twice as long as previous chapters. This is where things really start to get more plot based so the story will really get moving from here. The way I’ve planned out the plot so far though it’ll be several chapters long so get buckled up!

Warnings: mild cursing, suggestive language, Jack “Whiskey” Daniels needs his own warning

Length: 2,586 words

Not A Whiskey Drinker Masterlist

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“She almost broke the man’s arm Champ!” said Whiskey, phone to his ear.

“I don’t care. If you’re exaggerating this skill of hers she’ll be a liability.”

“She won’t be a liability!” Whiskey was seething at this point. Yes it had only been a few days, but somehow he had become protective over you. Seeing you twist the man’s arm back at the bar lit a fire somewhere deep inside his stomach. Whiskey heard a sigh through the phone.

“Fine. You’re training her and she’ll be your responsibility. Don’t fuck it up Whiskey.”

With that Champagne hung up. Whiskey was buzzing with excitement. With the combination of your quick wit and your apparent hand to hand combat skill you were definitely capable of becoming an agent with the Statesmen.

The ding of the elevator stirred Whiskey from his thoughts. Strutting out of his office he quickly caught up to you.

“Whiskey.”

“Mornin’ Y/N. How’s my lovely little lady today?” you rolled your eyes and shook your head, continuing towards your office. Along with your normal bag you had also brought a tote bag that contained some office necessities. After setting your bags down you pulled out an electric tea kettle and made your way towards a shelf to find a spot for it.

“Y/N think fast!” came Whiskey’s voice as he threw the mug that sat on your desk. You quickly spun around and caught the mug before it could smash on the floor.

“You’re the absolute worst.”

“Not a coffee drinker either?” Whiskey said, eyeing the variety of teabags you pulled from your tote.

“Nope. Coffee is a slap in the face. Tea feels like a hug.”

Whiskey gave his standard full body laugh.

“You really are somethin’ darlin’.”

“Out.” you said, ushering him out of your space. “Come back if you need me.”

“Ya know if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re the boss and I’m the assistant.” Whiskey leaned against the door frame as he said this.

“Whiskey…” you said with a grumble, trying to push him from the door, but the man wasn’t budging. Bending down he whispered in your ear,

“I am a mighty fan of switching up the dynamic every once in a while.” he said and you could almost feel his smirk against your skin.

“Out!” and you shut the door on his face.

‘I swear to god this man will be the death of me.’

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The rest of the day was fairly standard. Random errands Whiskey needed, picking up lunch, sorting through notes, etc. The only difference between today and the previous was the fact that Whiskey kept throwing things at you any chance he got.

“So I organized these files and highlight all the—“ Before you could finish your sentence you looked up as a pen, a baseball, and a full bottle of whiskey were flying at you. Quickly you caught them all and managed to keep the files you were holding in your hands as well.

“Whiskey what the fuck?”

Initially it felt like Whiskey’s standard teasing, but at this point it was ridiculous and was getting on your nerves. If you didn’t catch the whiskey bottle it would’ve made a huge mess and you were most likely the one who would have to clean said mess.

“Wouldn’t have thrown ‘em if I knew you weren’t gonna catch ‘em.” said Whiskey from behind his desk, propping his feet up on the wood and stretching his arms behind his head.

You were too focused on the files when you entered his office that you didn’t realize Whiskey had taken off his blazer and tie. He was wearing his standard white dress shirt and some suspenders. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and you couldn’t help but stare at his tanned arms. You didn’t realize how much muscle the man had. You shook your head.

“Why do you keep throwing shit at me?”

“Oh darlin’,” Whiskey stood up and pulled the bottle of whiskey and the baseball out of your hands, set them down on his desk and leaned on the wooden table. “just testing your reflexes and reaction time.”

“Ginger was right.”

“Hmm?” said Whiskey, pulling his suspenders off his shoulders and popping open the bottle of whiskey. You stared as he brought the bottle to his lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he took a swig. He licked his lips and you felt a shiver run through your body.

“I’m waiting darlin’.” he said with a smirk. He knew you were staring. He had made sure you were staring.

“She said you were a character.”

“I have been called larger than life.”

“Uh, anyways here are the files.” Reaching out to hand the files to your boss, his hand met yours and once again the two of you froze. The only movement coming from the room was the rise and fall of your chests and Whiskey’s thumb making slow circles on the back of you hand.

“Jack I— oh.”

You immediately moved your hand and Whiskey took the files from you at the sound of Ginger’s voice.

“Sorry.” said Ginger, giving you an apologetic look. “Champ gave me some…” Ginger paused, looking for the right word. “updates — classified updates — that you need to hear Jack.”

“Guess that’s my cue.” you said, making your way out of the office.

“Get home safe Y/N.” said Whiskey giving you a smile. Your heart fluttered in response.

‘Stop. You cannot have feelings for your boss. Especially Whiskey.’

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It was finally Friday after work and to say you were exhausted was an understatement. The rest of the week had been pretty straightforward minus some odd behavior from Whiskey. He continued to randomly throw things at you or ask seemingly random questions.

‘How quickly can you run a mile?’

‘About 7 and a half minutes.’

‘Ever got in a fist fight?’

‘No, but I’ve prevented some from starting.’

‘How flexible are you?’

That question you decided to ignore. There was one question, however, that kept replaying in your mind over and over again.

‘Have you ever shot a gun?’

When he asked the question you stopped in your tracks. Sure he was from the South so he most definitely had experience with firearms but you? Nope. Frankly, guns scared the shit out of you. Why did he want to know?

‘No. My dad and brother would go to shooting ranges occasionally but never took me. But if they asked I would’ve said no.’

You pondered his reasoning for all these questions as you took a shower. The questions could’ve been an attempt to get to know you better but they were nothing along the lines of ‘where did you grow up?’ ‘do you have any pets?’ or ‘what’s your favorite color?’. You were stirred from your thoughts by a knock at the door.

Parker.

“One second!” you called, stepping out of the shower and pulling a towel around yourself. You rushed to the door leaving a small trail of wet footprints behind you.

“You really had the audacity to knock while I was—“

“Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.” came a thick accent. Your eyes widened immediately and you swallowed.

“Whiskey?”

“You gonna let me in darlin’?”

You were too shocked to do anything other than follow his request. Stepping aside to allow him to enter you shut the door behind you.

“Nice place. Nice getup too.” he said with a wink.

You were suddenly hyperaware of the current state of your appearance. Your hair was dripping wet and you were naked other than a much too small towel wrapped around yourself. Your boss (your very attractive boss) was in your apartment and you were essentially naked.

“One second.” you said, and ran back to the bathroom to change into the clean clothes you pulled from your closet before. Throwing on your sleep shorts and a large shirt you stormed out of the bathroom to confront Whiskey.

“Firstly, how the hell did you get my address and secondly, why the fuck are you here?”

“Firstly,” said Whiskey, putting his hands on your shoulders attempting to make you calm down. “I told you we did a background check. And secondly,” he guided the two of you over to your small couch and placed a plastic bag on your coffee table. “I brought dinner.” You narrowed your eyes and glared at him.

“What is it?” your voice still tinged with anger.

“Sushi.”

After a minute you responded.

“Okay fine you can stay.”

Whiskey took several boxes of sushi out of the bag and all your favorites were there. Your mind was doing flips to figure out much all this costed. Sushi was not cheap, especially from the restaurant he got it from.

“How’d you know sushi is my favorite?”

“Background checks.”

“Okay now I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” Whiskey just gave you a smile and dug into the food. The two of you ate in silence. While scarfing down your sushi as politely as possible, it had been a long time since you had your favorite food, you observed the man next to you. He still had his black Stetson and black cowboy boots, but his slacks and blazer had been replaced by some tight fitting jeans and a matching denim jacket. The same camel coat he wore when you first met was hanging on the hook on the back of your door.

“Those gears in your head are turning darlin’.”

“Why’d you actually come here? I doubt it was just to buy me dinner.”

“Straight to business sugar? I do have to admit you’re not wrong about my intentions.” Whiskey pulled off his hat and sat it down on the coffee table. A hand went up to smooth his hair down and he turned to face you directly, a serious look on his face.

“As you’ve probably noticed Statesman Brewery is… different. We are a brewery but we’re also something more. First and foremost we are a secret independent intelligence agency.”

You choked and almost inhaled the gulp of water you were swallowing.

“I know it’s bizarre darlin’ but please don’t hurt yourself,” he said, placing a hand on your knee. “even if I wouldn’t mind doing some CPR on a catch such as yourself.” You gave him the standard look you gave him when he said these types of comments. “I wasn’t just throwing shit at you to scare you and those questions I asked? Bit of a verbal test if you will.”

“Okay now tell me the actual truth.”

“I’m serious Y/N.” his eyes darkened slightly. “You have the makings to be an agent.”

“And you think that because I caught some random crap you threw at me and because I can run a mile slightly faster than the average person?” you leaned against the couch, arms crossed. Whiskey seemed serious about what he was saying, but you weren’t fully convinced yet.

“You were at The Parking Lot on Tuesday.”

“Okay what the fuck are you stalking me now? More ‘background check’ stuff?” you said, making air quotes with your fingers.

“That was pure coincidence. Promise on my late mama’s soul.” Whiskey raised a hand and traced an ‘X’ over his heart. “I saw that ungodly man try to have his way. Was close to stopping things myself before I saw you twist his arm around his back. You were faster than a jackrabbit.”

“You saw that?”

“Sugar, the whole bar saw it. But even if the bar didn’t, I still would’ve. The second I saw you and your friend walk in, well, let’s just say I wasn’t interested in watching the football game anymore.”

Whiskey had been watching you. He saw you act fast and save yourself from that dick at the bar. Subconsciously you pulled your shoulders back and your heart swelled with pride.

“You showed him who’s boss.” Whiskey winked, repeating the phrase that seemed to keep coming up.

“Okay okay so let me get this straight. You’re some sort of secret agent, whose coverup is a business man in the alcohol industry.”

“So far so good sugar.”

“And you’re suggesting that I join this secret intelligence agency?”

“Not so much suggesting as I am insisting but other than that you’re right on the money.”

“Did you hire me as your assistant with the intent of offering me a position as an agent?”

“That, darlin’, was all you. You impressed me that night. Spoke to Champ and Ginger about it and convinced them that you’d be a good agent.”

“Champ and Ginger are agents too?” Your eyes widened. “Is Sara the receptionist one too?” Whiskey laughed at this question and your curiosity.

“No Sara is not an agent. Only a handful of people in the New York and California offices are agents. The rest of them are at the Kentucky branch.”

You paused thinking about your next question and looked down at your hands. You couldn’t help but fidget, anxious about how Whiskey would answer the next question.

“And what if I say no?”

“That’s not really an option.”

You swallowed hard and looked back up to meet Whiskey’s eyes. He had a serious look, but that seriousness slowly melted into something softer. Hope? Encouragement? Something else? He shifted on the couch so his knees touched yours.

“I have seen what you can do. You’ve got reflexes like a cat, almost broke a man’s arm.”

“He deserved it.” you grumbled.

“No arguments there darlin’. You have what it takes. Sure you’re gonna need training and whatnot but you’ll get the best of the best at Statesman. Besides, you’ll have the top teacher we have to offer. Me.” There was that million dollar smile again.

“Okay initially I was on board, but after hearing that I’ll have to spend more time with you? Kill me or dispose of me or whatever the ‘not option’ option is.” You jumped at the intense laugh that came out of the man in front of you.

“Darlin’ you’re breaking my heart.”

“And you’re breaking my sanity.” you rolled your eyes and started to put away leftovers from dinner. When you closed the door to the fridge you heard Whiskey’s voice in your ear.

“You haven’t said no.”

You turned around, practically chest to chest with Whiskey.

“Doesn’t really feel like I have a choice cowboy.” giving him a smirk. Whiskey reached around your waist to grab a pen that was on the kitchen counter. It felt like he was cornering you, but something inside you welcomed it. Whiskey scribbled on the notepad that sat next to the pen, ripped the page off, and pressed the paper into your palm.

“Pack your stuff for a week long trip. Meet me at that location on Monday morning at 6am.”

With that Whiskey turned and grabbed his coat and hat, making his way to the door.

“Sweet dreams darlin’.” he said, tipping his hat and closing the door behind him. You glanced down at the paper. His handwriting was much nicer than you were expecting. All that was on the paper was an address located in a really nice part of the city and a phone number. You could only assume it was Whiskey’s cell phone number. The only other thing on the paper was a small heart with a ‘W’ inside it. You didn’t want to acknowledge it, but seeing that doodle made warmth spread across your chest.

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[nwbeerguide]

Partnering with the Portland Trail Blazers, Portland brewery Great Notion announces multi-year partnership. Look 'Blazers - Great Notion brand gear via the 'Notion app.

image courtesy Great Notion

Press Release

Portland, OR. September 8, 2021 - Northwest-based brewery Great Notion (GNB), known for its innovative mobile app, “culinary-inspired” brews and fun forest-characters, is excited to announce a multi-year partnership with the Portland Trail Blazers. 

GN’s award-winning flagship IPA, Ripe, will be available in 16oz cans at Moda Center during Blazers’ games, on draft at Great Notion’s five tap rooms and through shipping, local delivery and pick-up to-go through the brewery’s mobile app. The special new Moda Center-exclusive Ripe label will feature GN’s iconic skeleton character Moss gracing the label playing basketball on cans all season-long at the Moda Center. 

“We’re huge fans of Rip City, and we’re stoked to partner with the Blazers and share our Ripe IPA with fans. Like the Blazers, we’ve taken the lead on using cutting-edge technology to create an awesome fan experience. For example, we’re the only brewery in the world to have a really dope mobile app that  allows customers to buy our beer through shipping or local delivery, plus have our own video game and other hidden easter eggs.” says co-founder and CEO Paul Reiter. 

The unique partnership also includes co-branded merchandise with GN’s skeleton Moss, including new hats, tee shirts and crewneck sweatshirts.   Furthermore, Great Notion customers have the potential to receive access to exclusive discounts on tickets to Blazers games.  

“Our goal is to Keep Beer Fun,” continues Reiter.  “We do this by continuing to introduce innovative flavors and beer styles to our fans, as well as in the marketing.  Partnering with the Blazers takes this fun and excitement to a whole new level.”  

“Great Notion is a staple in Portland beers and a perfect fit as a partner with the Trail Blazers,” said Chris McGowan, President and CEO of the Trail Blazers and Rose Quarter. “Their one-of-a-kind brand identity merged with our Pacific Northwest-rooted Trail Blazers brand will not only bring Rip City fans great beer, but a partnership like you’ve never seen.”

Great Notion will be kicking off the partnership at their NW 28th Portland location on September 19, from 1-4 PM where they will be showcasing Ripe IPA in the exclusive Moda Center-labeled cans.  

ABOUT GREAT NOTION 

Great Notion (GNB) is a brewery started by three friends and neighbors in Portland, OR that offers hazy, fruit-forward IPAs and “culinary-inspired” sours & stouts sold directly to customers through a creative new mobile app. GN has won numerous Gold and Silver medals, including accolades at World Beer Cup, GABF, Best of Craft Beer Awards, and Oregon Beer Awards, as well as the 2018 #1 IPA in America from Paste Magazine. GN has 5 taprooms in the Pacific Northwest: @greatnotionalberta , @greatnotionnw and @greatnotionbeaverton in Portland, @greatnotionballard and @greatnotiongeorgetown in Seattle. Please visit @greatnotion to download the GN mobile app or for more information.

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from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide https://bit.ly/3tBnQ8Q

[silver--storms]

Portland

Okay Sammy Anon here it is, sorry it took me so long I just wasn’t happy with my original draft so I started over. I hope you like where I went with it.

Shoutout to my babe @sparrowof-thedawn​ for being my Bae-ta. ;)

Warnings: None, it’s so fluffy it’ll rot your teeth.

WC: 3.8k

It was a Saturday afternoon, you were in your apartment lounging on the couch, waiting for a new video to upload to your YouTube channel, when you receive a message on your instagram.

Hello y/n, I am writing you on behalf of Greta Van Fleet. Jake Kiszka recently listened to your debut EP, which he shared with the band, and they really liked what they heard. The band is playing a ten show run across the West Coast in a month and their opening act had to cancel. We wanted to extend the opportunity to you to join them. Please get back to us as soon as possible to make arrangements, if you are interested in accepting this invitation. Thank you.

You sat there, heart pounding out of your chest, in shock at the thought of Greta Van Fleet even knowing you existed, let alone liking your music.

Without hesitation, or even taking a moment to process what you just read, you accepted the offer. 

Grinning ear to ear, you called your mom telling her the news.

 “I’m so for you happy y/n, but are you ready for what comes with this? At most the largest crowd you’ve played for has been 200 tops.” 

You felt the air leave your body “Oh my god, you’re right. What did I just say yes to?”

You spent the next few weeks practicing five hours every day to nail down a small setlist and different elements you could incorporate into some sort of stage presence. Going as far as recording yourself for hours on end, mercilessly criticizing yourself, trying for perfection. 

You went shopping with your best friend Alix to find some outfits that were easily interchangeable to add variety to your stage clothes without having to travel with multiple bags. You picked things like a colorful sparkly blazer, some see through button up blouses and, of course, the staple ripped black skinny jean that Jake Kiszka himself would approve of. 

The day came to fly out to Portland to meet the band before your first show the next day. You were relieved when you found out you had a day before jumping right into the shows to be able to get to know them. 

When you arrived at Portland International Airport everything was going to plan, you even made it there a few minutes early. However things took a turn when you arrived at the baggage claim to find out the airline had lost your luggage. You were mortified, as this only left you with your guitar and carry on bag containing just the essentials. 

Panicked and filled with anxiety,  you left your contact information with the airline in case your bags turned up in the next day or so that you’d be in the area. But you knew it was unlikely they’d find the luggage in time for your first show tomorrow night. 

You exited the airport and searched for the description the band’s management gave you of your driver and the license plate number. There was no driver fitting the description, no one holding a sign and no matching plate. 

You tried to calm yourself down “Maybe he is running late, I am a couple minutes early, wait it out.” 

You waited for another thirty minutes before you broke down and called the manager, with no success. You spiraled into full blown panic as you hailed a cab and gave them the address of the hotel you and the band were staying at. 

When you arrived at the hotel you were over an hour late. Heart racing, you hustled into the lobby heading for the front desk. 

As you checked in with the clerk, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror off to the side of the desk. You looked rough, hair disheveled and makeup smeared from tears of frustration you had tried to suppress in the back of the cab on the way here. 

All checked in you grabbed the key to your room and stepped over to the mirror to quickly try to freshen up your appearance. Fussing with your hair and reapplying some lipstick in an attempt to salvage any chance of a good first impression. 

“This is as good as it’s going to get” you mutter to yourself. 

Just then you heard familiar voices as you glanced over your shoulder. You saw the twins, Josh and Jake sitting at the hotel bar laughing about something between themselves. 

Your hands began to shake as you grabbed your guitar and carry on, quickly walking towards the bar, when you collided with a boy. 

You watched as your guitar slid out of your hands, flying into the air, when the boy lurched forward, almost diving, to catch the guitar inches from the ground. 

“Holy shit!” you let out a sigh of relief as you practically snatched your guitar back, holding it close to your chest. 

You looked up at the boy “Thank yo-” you stopped mid-sentence when you realized who he was, Sam Kiszka, the youngest of the band. 

You were starstruck and at a loss of words. You never really gave Sam much thought. But being inches from him, you finally took him in. 

You found yourself in a daze, staring into his bedroom eyes. You were completely mesmerized.

 You felt your face growing warm and palms become sweaty “Oh my god, hi, I’m so sorry I ran into you like that, I really need to pay more attenti-” 

Sam interrupted you “It’s okay, no worries.” he laughed. “I’m Sam, I’m assuming you’re y/n?” 

You smiled at the fact he knew your name “Yes, it’s nice to meet you. I was just heading over to introduce myself to your brothers at the bar.” 

Sam waved his arm motioning towards the bar “After you”.

Sam introduced you to his brothers, Jake and Josh, who were everything you thought they’d be. Jake, who was more timid, but very sweet. Where Josh was very vocal and had this passion behind each word. The four of you made polite small talk, Jake complimenting your EP and you expressing how excited you were to be here. 

“Wait, where are the rest of your bags?” said Josh. 

You let out a defeated sigh “Well you see…” you explained the trials and tribulations of the baggage claim disaster and the no-show driver to which the boys all apologized for the mix up with the transportation. “Yeah it just sucks because I’m not sure what I’m going to wear now for tomorrow’s show.” 

Jake said he’d talk to management and see if there was anything they could do for you. 

Josh stood up from the bar “Well let’s go up to the rooms, we have to wake up Danny anyways, he’s only been napping for over two hours.” He rolled his eyes.

As you entered the elevator, Sam offered to take your carry on, swinging it over his shoulder “You know, we have a couple interviews lined up for this afternoon, but after that I think we’re free?” 

You looked at Sam with a confused expression. 

“Portland has some of the best thrift shops, we could always hit a couple to find you some new stage clothes.”

You noticed Josh crossed his arms and exchanged looks with Jake smiling at each other. Before you dissect what they were thinking the elevator arrived at your floor, turning your attention back to Sam “Yeah, that sounds great!” Sam smiled at you as the elevator came to a stop. 

 As soon as the door opened Josh bolted and ran down the hall to their room to bust through the door, screaming at Danny to wake up. 

Within seconds Josh retreated back into the hall, with his arms up in defense as Danny appeared running at him into the hallway with a pillow raised in his hand, screaming  “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!”

Before Danny could land his blow to Josh’s head, Sam loudly cleared his throat, “Guys!” in a strained deep tone.

Danny turned to look behind him and laughed, dropping the pillow, walking over to introduce himself to you “Sorry, sometimes I just want to kill him. Trust me at the end of this tour, you will too.”

You laughed looking at Josh rolling his eyes behind Danny’s back. 

The band had to get ready for their interviews and said their goodbyes. You entered your room, surprised by how big it was, but mostly taken aback by the view of the city. Stepping onto the balcony you breathed in deep, feeling like you should pinch yourself that this is actually happening. 

Later that evening you were drying your hair after taking a quick shower when you heard a knock on your door. Peering out the peephole it was Sam, you felt your stomach flutter, opening the door slowly. 

“Hey” Sam said smiling at you.

“Oh, hey, come in” giving him a half smile as you felt a little self conscious being makeup free with damp messy hair.

Sam stepped into the room “Are you ready to go?” 

You looked down at yourself in your sweats, “Uhh…” 

Sam chuckled “Need a few minutes?” 

You felt your face get hot again “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t expect you guys to get back so quickly. Meet you downstairs in ten minutes?”

Stepping off of the elevator you spotted Sam sitting in a chair across the lobby, he waved at you, which made your heart skip. 

“Hey, sorry, hopefully I didn’t take too long.” 

He smiled, “You’re fine. Ready?”

 You nodded but suddenly noticed he was alone  “Wait, where’s everyone else?” 

Sam started walking towards the door casually said “Oh, Josh and Jake already had plans to check out a local brewery and Danny’s girlfriend flew in a couple hours ago.” 

Suddenly you felt very nervous, not in a bad way, just having the whole band with you was far less intimidating than just you and Sam alone together exploring different shops across the city. Nethertheless you felt an unfamiliar excitement grow within you. 

Sam said he was taking you to downtown Portland to a couple of his favorite shops.

“You’re bound to find something that will work for tomorrow and we can figure out the rest later.” he said, but you were too lost to really pay attention to what he was saying. 

You tried to play it cool, not wanting him to notice you studying him in the taxi. The way he held himself, the way his skin seemed to glow, his high cheekbones and perfectly arched eyebrows. 

You always thought you were more into Jake, considering your mutual love for guitar, but there was something about Sam that lingered in your mind. Maybe it was how calm and collected he seemed, but not in a cold or intimidating way. He was warm and welcoming, like you’d have known each other for years versus the couple hours you’d spent together looking through racks of clothes. 

“Ohh, this is it y/n!” Sam yelled across the store as he held up a bright purple polka dot fur vest with tassels hanging off the sides “This will really make a statement” he said sarcastically 

“Oh yeah, that will definitely make a lasting impression, a real show stopper” you quipped back at him. You both laughed and smiled at each other. 

You were starting to get frustrated not being able to find anything when Sam walked over to you holding a deep maroon dress. 

“How about this” he held it up in front of you. 

The dress had a subtle sparkle to it with bell sleeves and lace on top, something straight out of Stevie Nicks wardrobe. 

Your face lit up “Oh Sam, it’s perfect. I love it!” 

Sam smiled brightly “Why don’t you try it on, make sure it works”  

 You headed to the dressing room and slipped the dress on, it fit perfectly, like a glove. You admired your cleavage and the way it hugged your hips just right. Your worries about losing your luggage started to fade away, but you weren’t sure if it’s because Sam had found you the perfect dress or if this meant you got to have these little thrift store adventures with Sam throughout the tour. 

As you were lost in thought Sam tapped on the door “Did it work?” 

“Yes, it’s absolutely perfect”, you laughed in reply. 

There was a moment of silence “Well…can I see?” 

You felt your face get flushed as you slowly opened the door. Sam was standing directly outside, his eyes got wide and his mouth slightly dropped open as he stuttered.

 “uh…Wow, yeah it looks great. I think it’s a keeper.” 

You smiled coyly “Thanks, I’ll get changed and we can head out.” 

Sam and you couldn’t stop talking the entire way back to the hotel. Everything from food, to different countries he’s visited, his favorite bands and of course you had to ask about the no shoe policy.

 As you pull up to the hotel Sam quickly got out of the cab and ran over to your side opening your door for you. 

You laughed loudly at him “Oh, Samuel, you’re such a gentleman. Thank you.”

He beamed at you, looking rather pleased with himself “So I’ve been told.”

As you were walking together to your room things suddenly shifted, an unspoken tension between the two of you, you started to feel nervous. The conversation between the two of you sort of died out and were mostly quiet the whole way up until you got in front of your rooms 

“So this is it, I’ll see you bright and early?” 

You nodded “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll try to not let the nerves get me and actually get some rest.” 

Sam chuckled “You’ll be okay, promise” as he started to walk away you lightly grabbed his arm 

“Thank you, by the way, you really didn’t have to do that tonight.”

Sam’s face scrunched up with confusion “Do what?” 

Your hand remained on his arm “Helping me find new stage clothes, I really appreciate you taking the time out.” 

Sam smirked and took a step towards you, your heart feeling like it was about to explode inside of your chest. Sam started to say something when Jake opened the door of the boys room and peaked out at the two of you standing inches from each other.  

“I thought I heard voices.” You smiled at Jake and back up at Sam as he started to back up and walk towards Jake.

“Sweet dreams” he said joining Jake in their room. 

You entered your room and collapsed on your bed replaying the night in your head trying to dissect every moment. You sighed as you rationalized that Sam was probably just being nice and you were getting ahead of yourself. You decided to head to bed to be well rested for the long day ahead of your tomorrow. 

The next morning you all headed to the venue and started to run through your sets. Soundcheck went well and you were feeling okay about the show, however when it was an hour before you took the stage your nerves really started to get the best of you. 

The band was finishing up with a pre-show meet and greet with some fans who had VIP passes so they weren’t available to talk you down. You felt hot and like you might vomit as the time inched closer. 

With only twenty minutes left, you decided to peak out at the crowd from the side of the stage, instantly you knew that was a terrible idea. Looking out you couldn’t tell where the crowd started and came to an end. 

Feeling like you might pass out, hot and sweaty, you needed to do something to cool yourself down. You headed to the refreshment table and grabbed some ice, dabbing it over your face and chest. The whole while taking deep breaths to center yourself.

 After a few minutes, you felt yourself starting to calm down when you heard footsteps behind you.

“You okay?” turning around it was Sam with a warm smile, embarrassed you chucked the ice in the garbage next to you.

“Yeah, I guess” you said sheepishly “I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed, how do you do this every night?”  

Sam laughed “Well, to be fair it’s not every night, but it does get easier” 

You smirked “I hope so.”

Sam motioned for you to follow him over to a set of chairs “Look, I used to feel the same way when we first started doing live shows. Honestly, sometimes I’d get sick right before going on stage.”

You were shocked he admitted that “Wow, really?” 

Sam nodded looking a little embarrassed “Yeah, really, it was awful.” Sam moved his knees in closer to you, lightly brushing them agaisnt yours “The thing you have to remember is that if you fuck up, the crowd will have no idea, only you will. You choose how you react to it, so just play it off. That’s one of the best things about being an up and coming artist, they have no idea what to expect from you more than you from them, so use it.” 

You instantly felt the tension release from your body but before you could respond to his sweet words the stage manager yelled your name and waved you over, you got up.

Sam followed you to the side of the stage, handed you your guitar and said “Good luck and try to have fun.” as he gave you a light shove onto the stage. 

You walked out on stage stopping halfway to turn back and smile at him as he gave you a thumbs up. You laughed at him mouthing the words “Thank you” and he nodded.

 You strummed the first few notes of your opening song and after that it was all a blur. You felt electrified to play in front of that many people and you lost yourself in the energy of the night. 

Catching glances here and there from Sam, who watched from the sidelines your whole set. You knew this tour was going to be the best few weeks of your life, especially with someone like Sam cheering you on.

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City

I love the endless activities in Portland, OR. The Pacific Northwest is really an adventurer’s wonderland. There are so many great things to see and enjoy. It is known for the beautiful sports teams, even the Blazers basketball at the Moda Center and the Providence Parks stadium, which has expanded recently. The stadium hosts two incredible soccer teams – the Timbers and Thorns. Portland is divided into distinct neighborhoods with its own flavor of activities, breweries, shops, and restaurants to explore. If you roam around, you should not worry because aside from the stable infrastructure, I love the effective public transportation options. There are buses and light rail systems – an easy way to get to downtown.

Now, Basically All of Oregon Has Been Cleared to Begin Reopening — Except the Portland Area

As the COVID-19 outbreak in Oregon continues to impact the local restaurant market, stories are popping up across the city, from food cart owners giving away free meals to chefs starting Instagram cooking classes. In this new version of AM Intel, we dive into different ways the state’s food service industry has been responding to the global pandemic. For more COVID-19 stories, check out our larger story stream. Read more here..

From pdx.com, Eater Portland, OR, I read that Oregon has been cleared for reopening except the Portland area. Two more counties will open, and these are Marion and Polk. It’s been approved to open bars and restaurants, so they will start serving their onsite customers but with restrictions such as six feet spacing between tables, 10:00 p.m. curfew, and others. There are only three counties in Portland that are yet to open, and these are Multnomah, Clackamas, and Washington. Clackamas is under review, Washington is planning to file an application, while the Multnomah County officials are still hesitant to set a timeline for the reopening. As a resident, let’s wait, and let’s hope for the best time to open back up for safety.

Lan Su Chinese Garden in Portland, OR

Lan Su Chinese Garden in Portland, OR, is such a great treasure. It was built by the Chinese artisans from Suzhou – the home of ancient Chinese gardens. The Lan Su Chinese Garden is such an authentic Chinese garden outside China. It is full of creative wonder and powerfully inspiring. It is based on the Chinese tradition that melds arts, design, architecture, and perfect harmony with nature. It’s been a 2000-year-old tradition. I like the feeling when you are inside the garden walls because it’s as if you have traveled through time in another era far from the world now. It is something different; it’s a wonder.

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Link to maps

Lan Su Chinese Garden 239 NW Everett St, Portland, OR 97209, United States

Get on OR-99E S/SE Martin Luther King Jr Blvd from Pacific Hwy W and SE Morrison Bridge 5 min (1.4 mi) Follow OR-99E S to SE Holgate Blvd 3 min (1.7 mi) Turn right onto SE Holgate Blvd Destination will be on the right 2 min (0.3 mi)

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