Oh, right. Done x 4?

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I did make it to town.  Tobacco, coffee, libations, and a visit to my friend, all done.  Well, and a meal thrown in there.  My friend was pleased to see me, hated to see me go.  Monday I suggested.  And Monday it will be if I have anything to say about it.  Hopefully a visit to the range, maybe swimming beforehand, and a meal after to boot.  We shall see.

The thirst quenchers were not just for my friend.  Oh, I had a social snoot as well.  When a man is flush with his favored beverage, sharing it out is the thing.  Who is even War to deny such an entreaty?  Only a snoot though.  It was getting late having started late, and I had some hope I could end the night before it became day.  As well, I bought a bit of sipping juice for home.  Tellamore Dew is what I can afford, so as to sip like a fool anyway.  A fifth of that and Absolute vodka, plain thank you, went into my own larder.  Unfortunately, while making drinks this evening, half of the Dew was spilled.  On the good side, my face got in the way.  None but crocodile tears here.  But they are nice, fat, juicy ones. 

At first I was a little down when I realized it is only late Thursday.  But did I mention that Tellamore Dew is an Irish whiskey?  Well, between the things, I realized that it is night.  And that it is Friday.  Which, with another sip, led to the discovery that, in all due technicality... it is indeed... Friday and night.  Friday night?  Why, that most certainly IS a drinking night, Irish or no.  Oh for the neverending sip!

Into his sip with nary a thought,
Drinking well and hard, as he ought.
He thought to scorn, the day he was born,
but the dew came through in the end.

Or... hushutup.  Care for a sip?  And no worries about medical.  As per doctor's orders, I kept it to two drinks.  I'm... helpful that way.  Ah.  I want more.  But I think this is a fine toot for a Friday and night.  I stayed up late, obviously.  But I would have, drink or no.  I do feel better though, what parts I feel.  Hmm?  Never mind.

Good night.