The problem with enjoying a drink (or five) is that it can lead to all kinds of trouble. You know, the kind of misunderstandings that just would not happen if you’d stopped after one.
I can’t begin to tell you the number of times I have woken up after a night out on the town with a sense of dread at the pit of my stomach and the knowledge that I am going to spend the day apologizing profusely for all the outrageous remarks I so adamantly defended the night before.
Like the night a simple post-dinner discussion about Bill Clinton lying about his affair with Monica Lewinsky morphed into what can only be described as all out war between myself and a good friend, Jocko McKenna, over The Ten Commandments. That went something like this:
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