Perchance To Dream
Today was shaping up to be like most any other Thursday; pretty boring. My daughter Alice turned 21 today and, despite promising me that she and I would go get her first legal cocktail together, she was going out after work with her new friends from the law firm where she just started interning a month ago. Since it was about 4:30 in the afternoon, I figured my wife Suzie had cracked open that new box of chardonnay by now. Yeah, I know. Wine in a box. At least it’s cheap that way, like a volume discount. And the way she drinks it, that’s a good thing. I didn’t want to go home and hear her bitch and moan about the good old days and how our baby girl is all grown up and whatever …