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On our last night in the White Mountains we skipped down the road to a very popular brewery called One Love.
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It was a huge place, and so busy on a Friday night we had to schlepp up the stairs to the second floor bar.
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Sadly One Love brewery doesn’t take their beer very seriously and only had three of their own on tap, all of which were quite disappointing
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They did however make a stellar blood orange cranberry margarita.
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Which I consumed with some amazing lollipop lamb chops so the visit wasn’t a total waste.
Our trip home the next day was uneventful, consumed mostly with me bugging the husband to stop at multiple gift stores so I could purchase a thank you gift for our Lord Dudley Mountcatten cat sitting neighbor.
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In case you’re wondering, this did not make the cut.
Upon returning home I happily put my newly purchased brewery crate into service.
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Four down, probably two more to go. Since my idea for vinyl storage/display containers is proving more difficult to procure than I originally thought, I have culled my collection down to a more reasonable number and now have a rather large stack of never listened to albums in the closet. It was hard to be ruthless, but necessary. I need to get my crates out to the man cave before the husband bogarts all the available floor space.
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