TGIF

"Come on," she pressed, "get one. I'm getting at least two."

Drinking during lunch is a skill I acquired years ago. No problem. "One Schooner!" I said with confidence, though sleepily. Drinking while working while exhausted while stressed is not something I'd recommend. However, if the gang is cool, then it's all good.

Half a pitcher was placed onto the coaster in front of me. 'Placed' isn't the right word. Slammed? The heaviness of the beer and the huge glass mug could break a hand. It was a two-hander for most of its duration. It took me an hour and a half to get through it, although a bunch of those minutes were filled in by my drunken talked.

The drinking didn't actually stop until 2am this morning. And that was the night before I'm officially going out to drink. Which is, to the readers bad with calendars, tonight.