Event: An after-little-boy-dinner trip to the on-campus grad student pub to celebrate a defense.
Encouragement: Having already decided NOT to go, a 5 p.m. call from said pub from my eight year old buddy claiming there were "A lot of people" and "You'd better come quick." To an eight year old, five is deemed "a lot."
Me and my entourage: suited up, trudged across the park for some Wednesday night adventure.
Entertainment: Beer and grown-ups for me; for them, juices of their choices, running around the two story building, playing with people big and small.
Emphatic exclamation: Dexter says "That was the BEST day of my life" because of the seemingly unlimited candy from the 25 cent candy dispensing machine, the fooseball, and getting to stay up late (well, in their minds).
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