My good friend Kevin came to visit last week, so some friends and I decided to paint the town. To us, that means going to our favorite watering hole to knock one back before we move on to a square meal. Well, let’s be honest, not a square meal, but a feast. We called a taxi, jumped in and raced off to quaff a brew or two. Kevin ordered whiskey on the rocks and some snacks to scarf down as we were began our evening on the town. We had a great time, telling jokes, remembering old times and continuing to drink. Before long, we were feeling no pain. In fact, we had already tied one on before we even got to the restaurant. That was OK, we were out having fun.