I’m not talking two year olds, I’m talking golden nuggets of goodness, drenched in fake cheese with nacho flavoring.
I’m talking health code violations in finger licking and double dipping and bbq sauce hiding out in the corners of our smiling lips.
I’m talking about pints of beer that are over-priced and under-flavored and take too long to arrive at our wobbling table.
I’m talking about stiff giggles and conversation that quickly unwinds into belly laughs with the first clanking of our pint glasses.
I’m talking about a toast to Friday, a salute to the end of another work week and a circle of friends that make it all worthwhile.