I love my friends. Sometimes they are so naive and innocent.
I went to happy hour tonight with a bud who lives in my neighborhood, but he had to go back into work at about 10 pm for a project he's working on, which, of course, I can't actually talk about here.
Anyway, we hit a few places and, as we were wrapping it up, we were passing his street and he asked if I wanted a couple of Heineken mini-kegs he had sitting in his kitchen.
My ears literally pricked up and I think I might even have stuttered, "H-h-huh, what, what?"
He said the magic words: "I don't want them, I don't drink at home."
Well, fortunately I don't have that affliction, so my share of the entire night was $9, and for it I got a Blue Moon and a Guinness at the bars, and then the two Heiney mini kegs cans.
Four premium beers for a little bit more than two bucks each.
Good times.
3 comments:
Your friend doesn't drink at home? Is he religous or something?
But you friend doesn't mind tossing back a few then going back to work?
Maybe he drinks at work.
You should have a big, blow-out party at his house and watch him go batshit crazy as everyone is drinking, having a good time, except him.
Are those the ones people bring to partys??
Looove the Heinken! :)
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