May I offer you a wee glass of my fermented concoction of cheap white swill, vodka and a vanilla bean with a float of fresh blackberries? (The fermentation has lasted two years, and it hasn't killed me yet. Fingers crossed.)
I thought you'd enjoy that.
How about some music?
Ah...one of my faves — My Romance....
Damn but I love this tune. My father-in-law played this for me on his trombone at my 50th birthday party. He suffered a number of strokes last summer, and hasn't returned yet to his horn. Sixty+ years of playing.
I suppose I should offer you a snack or two.
A bite of gorgonzola?
Crust of bread & such?
(You can help yourself....)
Maybe I'll pop some corn.
Shall I refresh that drink?
A priest, a rabbi, and a vicar walk into a pub.
The barman says, ‘Is this some kind of joke?’
Gotta run — see you tomorrow!