Some friends came down from S.F. to help celebrate D's Birthday. We went to Soif and ordered much wine and many "small plates," but we never managed to feel well-fed. Which is a pity, since the food was good. But it seemed kind of ridiculous to keep ordering plates, our table would have looked like some crazy medieval banquet for small children. And I can't have that.
So we had wine and then we went to another place for a few more cocktails, which were unnecessary but delightful. We had cheerful, laugh-filled conversations and everything was just swell. And then we went home, our friends were to stay the night. I got it in my head that more drinks must be had, a 100% false belief. Not a single person needed another drop of anything, save water, and Dave promptly took the misguided drink from my hand. A wise move that led to a peaceful night's sleep.
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