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I have one of those events coming up, let’s call it my special day.  There will be a gathering of people, and a dinner.  The place that we’re going gives me options that I’m not quite ready to tackle.  There is a mostly well known fact, that I really enjoy ice cream, particularly when it comes in the form of a shake or malt.  I’m also a fan of adult beverages, primarily beer, especially in a celebratory fashion.  Here’s where the problem comes in; on most days, it’s only socially acceptable to order one type of beverage with dinner, but the place we’re going to offers both.  The first thing that occurred to me was, it’s my damn day, why can’t I have both?  Once again I’m teetering on the edge of good taste and humanity, letting my impulses push me away from social norms that I merely breeze by before crushing them with two glasses, one filled with beer, and one filled with milk and ice cream blended deliciously together.