On Heavy Drinking - Part 1

So it was my birthday recently.

And don't tell me I don't know how to party. The CEO of my new employer took all available employees for the company out to dinner at a Morton's Steakhouse. I went along. And since the company was picking up the tab, I started out the night with a club soda. Seriously.

After that, I ordered my favorite drink that you can get in a bar.

• A Roy Rogers.

Seriously.

Nothing caps a celebration like grenadine, I always say.

Unfortunately, all the other people at the table heard me order it. It was modestly noisy when I got the waiter's attention to lodge my request, but as sometimes happens in groups, everybody sort of quieted down right about the time the words "Roy Rogers" were escaping my lips. I'm confident it is because everyone is always extremely curious to know what I'm up to because I'm such a trendsetter. Or else it could've just been a complete, inconvenient coincidence.

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