Now to find the rest of the O’Brien clan and marvel at everyone’s ability to drink. We’re here for a Family reunion. Meet and greet tonight, at a bar of course. Starting at 8:00. My wife is annoyed it’s so late.
I would be too. I’m a much better day drinker nowadays
Dude, same. To wit, a conversation with a few of my HS buddies (real names used, cuz, why not):
Dave: hey guys, I'll be in town from November 21 until December 30, let's get something on the calendar for Wursthaus (it's a German biergarten with great sausage

and of course, bier)
Me: Sounds good, what about that first weekend? Saturday the 23rd? P? Egg? (I have a friend I call "P" and one that's been called "Egg" since middle school)
Egg: I'll make it happen, gents
Me: P?
Me (a couple days later, as P is a pediatric cardiologist that works like 90 hours a week): OK, well I think the 23rd should be good, let's ink it.... earlier the better, like 3? I like getting my drink on as early as possible so I can be in bed by midnight.
Egg: Son, we'll all be in bed by 11
Me: Quite possible.... as long as you don't get us a tray of 9.5% Belgians for us to POUND like they're shots of whiskey on our way out of that one brewery (story for another time)
P (finally responding): Yeah, 11 sounds late
Dave: That's about the time of my first pee after going to bed.
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Ahhh, the joys of being 50+
