Which is not something I've attempted with any seriousness since university.
So following on from the last post, DH staggered home from the long lunch, which had been at his favorite izakaya bar, to tell me that Mr. Date had loads of beer and can we go drink it.
I said yes. Well, who wouldn't? I get to skip cooking AND someone's going to give me loads of beer? Sign me up!!! He had left Amy and Lena at their place playing with their daughters, who are the same age as ours, and only brought back Erica. I had one more class to do, then rushed back and we got ready, picked up some fried chicken for the party and off we went, slipping through the back streets in a thunderstorm with umbrellas...
They live in an old house behind a shop in an arcade. The shop used to be a cafe, then a bar, but they use it partly for storage, partly for working with flowers (he's a florist) so the space is a mish-mash of tables, a bar, band equipment and practice space, a white board, a sofa, and other odds and ends. We ate there while the kids rampaged through the house unseen and unheard. There were just us two couples, plus her sister for an hour or so.
The beer turned out to be a keg leftover from an event that they were trying to get rid of, but the wife doesn't drink it, so they asked us over, lol! I can't remember how many I put away in the end, quite a few, and I didn't switch to shotchu later on like the guys did.
We just sat there and talked and talked and talked. About life and our kids, and Norway and Amy Winehouse, and religion and where you want to get buried, and bullying at school and kids' boyfriends and music and god knows what else! Great night!