Brace yourselves

Today's post is not about Friday post-work beer. The plan for tonight is for a nice dinner with friends, rather than raucous sports-watching, beer-guzzling, food-optional mayhem.

Good food rather than pub-grub, perhaps some nice wine, or at least moderate drinking of whatever alcohol is chosen, good conversation, some polysyllabic words, a few laughs. Nice.

...of course, with these particular friends we're seeing, the evening could go one of two ways, really. It could start with a little catching up, some discussion of literature, current events, philosophy, film, music...and stay that way. But it could also degenerate pretty quickly into a booze-fest of a proportion seldom seen since my college years and those immediately following.

I'll know which type of evening we're in for if at any point I hear these words: "Imbibe wid us, you fuck!"

Ahhhh...I see we're in for evening B. Good. Wouldn't want to break with tradition now, would we?