In some of my posts, I have casually mentioned the fact that I like to drink beer. Still, I've never gone quite so far as to describe myself as a "drinking in a public park" kind of guy -- I mean, I'm betting most downtown Austin condo cosmopolitans have a pretty dim view of that sort of thing. You're picturing a brown bag, aren't you?
We think of drinking in public parks as something either permitted temporarily, like having a few $8 beers at a music festival; or enjoyed illicitly, like the celebrated local pastime of sneaking . . .
