2.4.1

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Made the dangerous mistake of heading out for 'just one' drink with D. to a local watering hole. It just so happened to be two for one night at the Phoenix - and the bartender was particularly nice in helping me find a new drink to try - so my 'just one' didn't really pertain to the evening any longer. (If any of your folks know of any good rum drinks, by the way ... please let me know).

As I drank my first rum and OJ (not as bad as I thought it would be), I palmed my poker chip (that would allow me to get drink two for free) and looked around. Nothing much interesting was happening, but it was kind of a nice break from packed bars/clubs on the weekends. It felt so good just to be able to relax and talk. The most exciting part of the evening, however, was when the bartender walked around from behind the bar, pulled a cigarette from a (particularly annoying) patron's mouth before he could light it, threw it to the ground, and crushed it beneath his foot -- all without saying one word. It was priceless.

I'm learning that sometimes words can ruin a situation ... and that sometimes words can be beautiful beautiful things. Knowing when (not)to use them is truly an art form.

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