Wednesday, April 3, 2013

If you called it a sad hour, no one would come

There's no hour like a happy hour

Growing up, I used to watch a cartoon called Pinky and the Brain.  
Brain was a lab mouse who wanted to take over the world.
Pinky was his clueless sidekick.   Pinky may or may not have wanted world domination.  
He may have just wanted lunch.   Or a pair of culottes that didn't ride up. 

In every episode, Brain would pose the question, "Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
And Pinky would reply with something completely random.    One of my favorites:
"I think so Brain, but if they called them sad meals, kids wouldn't buy them."

After a dry spell (ahem),  I have resumed the practice of happy hour.    This afternoon the restaurants downtown had their windows and sliding doors open and the place to be was on the patio.    My friend and I got the last patio table at Row 14 and enjoyed the sunshine, wine, and some apps.  

Pinky was right.
If you called it a sad hour, no one would come.

Don't be sad.
Call, text or email a friend you haven't seen in a while.   It's time for a happy hour. 
When was the last time you relaxed and caught up with a friend?   What did you do?

Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

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