My friend Stuart and I had dinner at the Old Chicago Pizza and Taproom in beautiful, but still very boring Lakewood, Colorado last night for the first time in almost three months. Restaurants were recently allowed to reopen for inside dining after having to close due to the coronavirus. It was kind of a surreal experience, especially with all the staff wearing masks. There were not that many people in the place, which I assume was out of an abundance of caution. That didn't stop Stuart and I - we are used to pushing the outside edge of the envelope, just like Hunter S. Thompson did when he was alive. Of course, Thompson was doing things like riding his Vincent Black Shadow motorcycle down the Pacific Coast Highway after midnight at speeds in excess of 125 miles per hour, going from San Francisco to Big Sur and back each night. But that's kind of the same thing we were doing, right?
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