Good Friend/Bad Friend?

Sometimes we have to make decisions. And when you're getting bought drinks, those decisions tend to be the easiest one, which is often just to stay put and keep having drinks bought for you.

What the hell am I on about now?

Well, last night I was supposed to join a bunch of my high school friends in celebrating Nora successfully defending her thesis and getting her Master's. I missed it entirely. Why? I am a sucker for free drinks, and a sucker for a sob story. When the two are put together, there's not a whole lot I can do. One of the new guys in the band, for whatever reason, took a liking to me and started talking about old times, and how the band's going in the right direction and all this bullshit... and then he drops on me some personal hard luck (which I don't feel comfortable sharing here), just before buying me another beer. He snuck another one in when I went to the bathroom. What's a guy supposed to do? Next thing I know, it's loooooong after when we were supposed to meet for dinner. Oops.

Thankfully, Nora's one of the most genuinely kind people I know, and was very understanding when I called later after checking out the restaurant and seeing that they had all left already.