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So what you're saying is, babble needs to drink more beer together?
It couldn't hurt.
Long as it's not from B.C.
I'm not saying that. I just like beer.
I'll bring one of those too - plus, the beer, wine, and shirley temple. I'm going to have a crazy night babbling. Those shirley temples put me right out!
As is mine.
It's why I seldom participate in babble anymore, although occasionally I'll send a PM because I've something to contribute which might further the discussion.
Some of us don't know the lefty lingo either or simply aren't as good at conveying ideas which others might find useful.
But there must be a date, dammit.
Here we are all doing the fashionable little "see you around" without meaning. The "it's been ever so nice" without a hint of followup.
Is there a day/evening of the week that invites such debauchery? Such intellectual abandon?
A Shirley Temple story to close the (long) thread, although we can continue in a new one if you like.
When I was pregnant, I was working for a temp agency, and they sent me on an assignment for a few months at a huge insurance brokerage on Bay Street in one of those skyscrapers, for the Vice Presidents' office (there were lots of VPs). I enjoyed the work and the people I worked with, and one night they invited me to come with them for drinks after work.
Being pregnant, I wasn't drinking, so I ordered Shirley Temples. I thought that would be kind of funny, and it was. Everyone else was drinking pretty heavily, and the more they drank, the more office gossip (as in, which boss was having an affair with which secretary, who got fired for what, etc.) spilled out. I was having a great time! I must have had about five or six Shirley Temples that night, because of course it's basically just like drinking juice.
I left earlier than the others and went home. And then, because I had a very weak stomach due to constant morning (and afternoon and evening and night) sickness, I puked up every last drop of that grenadine-laced poison.
I went to work the next day and asked them how they were feeling. Most of them were just fine, no hangovers. Meanwhile, I was the one who was green around the gills. I told them it wasn't fair - I was the only one who didn't drink any alcohol, and I was sick as a dog the night before and sick as a dog in the morning. :)
The end.