Happy Hour

After assuring us that he had access, we made our way to the executive lounge for happy hour. I put our key up to the lock and we were denied. Twice.

Greg made his way to the front desk and got a key that gave us access. Maybe it was operator error.

Happy hour was meh but it took up some time since we don’t really have anything to do here aside from plane spot.

Well. Greg is happy.
Or not. Seems he can’t pour a beer without a shit ton of foam from this keg. On his second (or third) one the lady was like no no no and she did it for him.
Sad pizza and deep fried cauliflower.
Random schmattering of things of which we can’t really identify.

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