Regalia (Or, Burgeoning Beer Magnate)
I was at the movies at Union Square a couple of weekends ago. Saw Sin City, my reaction to which confirmed that I am desensitized to almost everything, violent or otherwise.
But my perception was intact: I noticed that the, well, that the urinal in that theatre was brought to me by a company called “Regal.” (The theatre itself is a UA; a Regal urinal in a Regal theatre would be too much, yet too cool.)
Now, wordish me, I once noticed that “Regal” backwards is “Lager.” Such that if I ever were to own a beer company, I’d call it that. “Regal Lager.” (Turns out the company does exist, but apparently has no affiliation with beer.)
The night of Sin City, I stormed back into the foyer and announced to my friends that I had come up with another anagram of “Regal.” And it was “LARGE.”
Proud of my miniscule accomplishment, I said it’d be YEARS before I saw another anagram in there.
Try weeks, friends:
At a bar on Saturday, there was a neon sign advertising beer, perhaps Yuengling. And “Lager” was shining at me.
And I looked at it: “Lager.”
And then I saw it: “Elgar.”
As in Edward Elgar; as in the Edward Elgar who wrote “Pomp and Circumstance.”
“It’s a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself.”
Thanks, Les.
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