Well, almost, anyway. Fuck it, I already posted it so whatever.
It's pretty ridiculous, but it turns out I'm not the only one who likes to spend hours arguing about abstract ideas and human behavior while tipping back a pint or seven.
So come out to the Backdoor at Roxy's and celebrate two years of having resolved absolutely none of the major questions in philosophy, and in fact probably ending up more confused than you were before. I'm going to try to be there a little earlier this time (my job often keeps me from showing up at seven), and, for anyone who's game, I'd like to start the evening off with a tequila shot. Those of you who can stomach tequila, please join me in this age-old Drunken Philosophy ritual that I just invented.
Boilerplate: For anyone totally new - The group doesn't have any specific topic or moderation, it's just a bunch of drunk, very smart people talking about random philosophical stuff, so it basically runs itself. Just show up, sit down wherever there's a free seat, and join in (Also, feel free to move around over the course of the evening. There tend to be five or six different conversations going on at once, and it can often be interesting to see what other people are talking about). I made a reservation under the name Michael S, as usual.
And, since I plan to be more on time, my cell number for anyone who might need it: [masked]