And last night you got drunk! I know I shouldn't but, ROTFLOL. I gather this was a result of your good deeds.
Actually....uh, no.
Der B and I had dropped by
Partners for one - count it -
ONE cocktail before heading home for dinner. As luck should have it, just as we were at the tail end of said cocktail, a fellow we'd chatted with briefly before came over and struck up a conversation. Well, it would have been rude to just get up and leave just as things were getting started, so we ordered a second round, and der B and Jeff got into an interesting conversation about the legal rights of Indian tribes.
And then we were all joined by Peter, another fellow we've chatted with before. Peter is this wonderful old Leprachaun from Berlin, the best way I know to describe him.
One thing led to another, and the conversation became quite enjoyable. And der B and I had more than another round of drinks each. I'm just glad we weren't having Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters. As it was, we were drinking Manhattans, which are damaging enough.
We got home, at long last, and didn't even bother with dinner, instead tucking ourselves into bed and sleeping with the dogs using us as their pillows.
The second annual
Rehoboth Beach Wine and Food Festival is next weekend. Boy, are we in trouble.
