Last Mojito, The

Pub Crawl

Bart Edelman 31 Pub Crawl It’s what we call A night on the town— Just the four of us: Jensen, Brewster, Beckett, and me. We usually end up drinking Until one of us drops. We’re pretty evenly matched So we can never really tell Who’ll hit the deck first. We’ve been doing this forever; Even our wives don’t seem to mind, As long as we stick together And keep it to ourselves. We ought to have a designated driver But usually there’s one of us Who feels better than the rest And he takes everyone’s keys, Drives us all back home, And picks us up in the morning To fetch our stranded cars. Generally, we start out at Gus’s And then make the big loop. Before the evening’s out we’ll hit Rocky’s, The Great Whale, The Runway, Thin Lynn’s, Stinky’s and the 35er— All, thank the good lord, Within walking distance of each other. 32 THE LAST MOJITO Jensen’s a scotch fanatic; The older, the better, he claims. Brewster tanks up on gin; Mix ‘em as high and dry As the glint in my eye. Beckett’s never met a beer He couldn’t curl around and kiss. And I’m partial to vodka, Whatever you mix it with, As long as it’s not cranberry juice. I often wonder how long We can continue at this pace— Having waved grace goodbye So many summers ago. But Beckett phoned last hour, Declaring all the boys are up For another night on the town, And since we’ve been given permission We’d be utterly foolish Not to make the crawl again. ...