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Sicilians trying to convince you that their hair doesn’t move A and that’s it. They don’t have a B, so.

Getting your beaks wet, is one where you invite someone out to get some drinks, it could be someone from work, let’s say. And, you’ve already agreed, that people go out for a fact after work in polite society, it seems. On occasion.

Let’s get our beaks wet on the weekend or something cause conceptually someone finally said hello, when are we gonna get together? hello, that person might say. Yeah sounds like a plan. Otherwise it’s bizarre Art or psyhadelic Art. Off an illusion of depth. 2 dimensional and surreal not loud enough or dada or futuristic.

Kinda spur of the moment.

Now, it could be someone you’ve known for years weeks months, but because of other events in a life of just event after event and weekends, not an opportunity to get a drink with somebody. Or, to actually get even a cup of coffee with someone outside of work. Or just being out whenever, being able to hang out with someone who is more of a acquaintance. So, that’s all the things I think about around New Year’s Eve.

Yes. Impressionistic, thought I.