Friday night the dinner will go something like this:
Pour one third of a red cup of rum top off with coke.
Sit down and enjoy.
Pour another cup of rum.
Tell a bull shiiit fishing story.
Listen to Ron's b.s. scallops story.
Tell tony to stop grabbing your butt every time he walks by.
Pour another cup.
Start a good fire and develop a nice charcoal/ambers for the open fire steaks.
BBQ steaks.
Open the second bottle of rum.
Explain to George why Candy has been spending so much time at my house.
Eat stakes and listen to Tony's b.s. stories....
Fall out of my chair for no apparent reason. Blame someone or something.
Bust out the cheesecake, eat with hands, too drunk to get up and get fork.
Pour half the rum all over the table as I can't aim anymore.
Tell Roby to get out of your sleeping bag.