Dave, I said "when you met us," not years later at the beach house. (Do you still remember the first time you met us? That time you came to our house wearing that big old black coat and dressed to the nines?) No, don't tell the tale of how you deliberately got me drunk so I'd make a fool of myself, then led me down the garden path. (Note that Alan doesn't need any help getting drunk.) I'd have to get even with you if you did, and that wouldn't be pretty. :-)
Love you, Dave! kiss kiss