Okay... not beer. I don't actually drink beer. Not often. Not in Oklahoma, that's for dern sure. But I went with the guys from the office tonight to the Mont. As we sat there under the mist-ers, under the outdoor canopies, under the stars and next to the coy Koi drinking Sooner Swirls.... it occured to me that I liked this semi-monthly tradition. All we ever do is crab about work and who did what to whom at the office. But it is a cathartic tradition none-the-less.
Irregardless of what you may think at this point in time... Idealistically, it's a great night. Just don't drink too much -- last time, it took me two days to recover and everyone knew because I looked like Hell.
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