5pm dinner time...
Sometimes I like to eat a twelve course meal with friends and family, where the conversation and laughter flow like wine and the wine flows like a fucking high pressure water canon. Sometimes I like to have an intimate evening out with my wife when we eat in restaurants the waitstaff know we can't afford but they have to be nice to us anyway. And sometimes I just like to go to the pub and drink and forget about dinner until 11 o'clock at night and then sup on delicious street meats...Street meat means kebabs, right? I thought so...Until I wrote it down. Now I've written it down I realize that it actually sounds like "male prostitutes". Whatever. Kebabs. Or male prostitutes. But the gigolo had better have brought snacks.
But SOMETIMES, sometimes I just want the whole dinner thing out of the way so I can focus on more important things. Like sitting. Or the meaning of 'street meats'. Or...I dunno...world affairs or some shit. And kids let you do that. Sure, sure occasionally you end up eating macaroni and cheese or a plate of sausage and vegetables arranged into the shape of Thomas the Tank Engine but the whole thing is done by 5.20 and the rest of the evening is your own. Nothing to do but sit, put your feet up and attempt to explain to your wife the $400 charge on your credit card for "Sexy Steve's Street Meats - services rendered".
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