On Wednesday I went over to C. and R.'s (and Brutus'...Brutus's) with every intention of eating pizza and drinking wine. But, just to mix things up, I left my laundry at home. The pizza was a particularly good vintage, while the wine was not...though we went with white for a change.
Last Thursday the office went out for happy hour in honor of a fallen comrade. That is a falsehood. He didn't fall, he was simply departing to colder climes. We ate a lot of french fries and I had a Troeginator and a Rogue Chocolate Stout.