A girlfriend invited me to see a Christmas Light show with her, her husband and friends of theirs tonight.  It sounded like it would be beautiful – lights set to music (you’ve seen the e-mail forward) – plus drinks afterwards…but you know…it’s just not the same when you don’t have someone to drag, kicking and screaming, griping about the fact that they had to do something that forced them to leave their testicles at home.  That really makes the whole experience just more lovely all around.