I felt like I needed to decompress when I left work yesterday, so I joined a group of around a half dozen friends for a few beers last night. These friends meet every Wednesday at a particular suburban pub, as a sort of standing arrangement. The core group is generally the same, with occasional ring-ins like myself. The numbers ebb and flow.
It's not quite Dororthy Parker and the vicious circle, but the quips still flow thick and fast.
I set out to decompress and have a good time and I achieved that. The beer wasn't really the necessary part, the laughs and comraderie were the essential ingredients.