All Day, All Night -- The Sheraton
I would just like to take this moment to pay homage to my local Sheraton. Essentially, I live very near it, I work very near it, I find many uses for it (usually centering around a certain devil's brew). It has a great faux-English pub with faux-English cricket memorabilia and a happy hour so full of cheap cocktails it should be called ecstatic hour. In the summer it houses and outdoor terrace bar called "The Sanctuary", which attracts some swanky clientele (no need to apply masses of horny, menacing males we call "shebebs" that can ruin the aura of any serene setting) but still manages to be largely unpretentious.
So here's to the Sheraton for putting out all those large and small fires in my daily life (thanks for the repeated ATM use too!).

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