I've never had such a "Cheers" moment as last Monday after work. I popped into the bar for some MNF with the friends, they were out front smoking and I'd parked in back. I was walking straight through the bar, my heels going "clomp, click, clomp," on the wood floor when I heard, "should I get you a Stella, sweatheart?" I turned around, waved, and said, "oh, yes please!"

I'm that Local these days.

And in 37 minutes my ample round ass will be filling one of those bar stools. Dear Stella is waiting.