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Greg called me as I was driving into town yesterday. A work issue that was quickly resolved left my evening vulnerable to our schizophrenia. Greg and I are professional business associates by day to our respective corporations and peers however, we are really good friends and consigliaries after hours and I knew that once work was done... game on. We stopped at Champps (Uptown Park) briefly, but it's not really my gig so we went over to the bar at McCormick & Schmick. Tanqueray and tonics for me and a nice single malt for my boy. Phone call. Venue change. Rendezvous. We met Mark at his favorite watering hole and I switched to "see throughs" (Gray Goose martinis... very clean and very dry). Mark had to bail before his liver failed, so Greg and I decided to move on to greener pastures. We went to Ling and Javier at Hotel Derek. It was funny... everyone there was made out of plastic. Greg was flying at this point, so I drove his Lexus. That car has more automated adjustments than I've ever seen in an automobile. There was a little button and corresponding motor for everything. A beer later, we were at Baker St. Pub with smiles on. Harry and Eric were playing. Kate was working. Good music and good times. We drank... a lot. Eric blew fire. No farm animals were harmed in the making of our evening. Greg left when his liver cramped. I was tired from my long drive and lack of sleep, so I stayed for one more set and then took a cab home... completely satisfied.