"Please tell me that beer actually tastes like beer."
She's spotted someone among the festival, someone who looks very much like he's into the food, and can't help a tiny bit of relief: cool, it's edible -- there's something about meat not being actual meat that she's a little wary about and it's sort of just bled through to every meal around here. His snack looks vaguely vegetarian, though, and she's more worried about the beer. Nothing really tastes like a Schlitz here, it's a little heartbreaking.
Midge is dressed to the nines, though it's a very distinctive look: the dress, the hair, the makeup, it screams 1950s.
"I'm dying for a drink and they don't have Rheingold."
festival;
She's spotted someone among the festival, someone who looks very much like he's into the food, and can't help a tiny bit of relief: cool, it's edible -- there's something about meat not being actual meat that she's a little wary about and it's sort of just bled through to every meal around here. His snack looks vaguely vegetarian, though, and she's more worried about the beer. Nothing really tastes like a Schlitz here, it's a little heartbreaking.
Midge is dressed to the nines, though it's a very distinctive look: the dress, the hair, the makeup, it screams 1950s.
"I'm dying for a drink and they don't have Rheingold."