Hmmmmm, 1984. I was working for an Advertising Agency at the time and living in sin....
Every Friday at work we had to make a "beer run" and since the liquor store was only a block away, we would load up the empty cases on a dolley and wheel it up the street, turn in the empties, load up with full cases and off we would go again. From 4pm to ??? we would all sit in the bosses office and partee. He had a piano in his office and could caress those ivory keys like nobody's business. After awhile, my then-BF got a bit disgusted because he had to come and pick me up from work and drive me home. I think he was just jealous. Three years later we parted for good.

So in memory of 1984, I'll take a nikked beer please.

LH: Congrats. Are you going to post pictures so that we and goo-goo and ga-ga over them?