And this is why I drink
And this is why I drink . . .
RIC: Yea! Spaghetti night!
ME: I am not making Bolognese tonight
RIC: But I love your Bolognese.
ME: Don’t you get tired of always eating the same thing. I mean, you refuse to eat leftovers.
RIC: This isn’t leftovers
ME: Yeah, but it’s the same thing every Sunday. Don’t you get bored?
RIC: How can I get bored by something that’s so good?
ME: It ain’t all that, Ric - it’s just a sauce.
RIC: And noodles. Don’t forget noodles.
ME: Tell you what . . . let’s do Amatriciana tonight instead of Bolognese.
RIC: It’s not the same.
ME: But you love the Amatriciana.
RIC: Yeah, but it’s still not the same.
ME: Well, it’s either Amatriciana or no spaghetti at all.
RIC: Fine. [sniffling then with an exaggerated air] I will suffer through.
ME: Open the wine.