I went drinking with one of my best drinking pals yesterday. For me, he is the only friend from college days. These days we are always talking about our children, despite many common interests in a broad range of areas. That's good because I can respect his attitude toward life as well as on parental interests, and hopefully he also seems to be gratified by my way of thoughts. But it means that we drink and eat so much every getting together, and naturally, we regretted having eaten a bowl of ramen after bottles of wine yesterday.