A Little Late Die

5pm yesterday afternoon I'm pacing the house restlessly, wanting to do something but not interested in any of the obvious options. Finally I run into Georges in the kitchen and say the two magic words: "Beer Die?" After some brief hawing, Georges reluctantly agrees that we indeed could, but that he had no more time than enough to play a quick game. With not more than a single beer each. So we set up the tables. And it's dark, windy, and damn nice out.

Five hours later somehow Ken's over, Erin's joined in, together we've all gone through almost three cases of Sam Oktoberfest and Bud Light, a large Wild Westside Story pizza, a box of teriyaki chicken fingers, and all of us plus Ava are passing out on the couch in front of "Family Guy"... in the dark, since naturally the living room halugen light is set up at an angle over the broken shovel out in the yard. What with that and a little Dane Cook, the night wound down pretty well.

Good times, guys. Thanks to Georges for picking up all the bottles.