I figured Lincoln would be cool with it, but I'm not so sure how Washington and Jefferson would react. The betting began at a drink. I imagined he would let me win a few to get hooked. While I was being subsidized drinks, my friends were tearing up the bar with a wickedly drunken game of Truth or Dare. Should you ever attempt this game at a high-traffic drinking station, I recommend that the majority present be women, as they were this night.
Women are the only reason to play such games.
Glancing at them, I received only obscene gestures, including the universal sign for a Lewinsky. My friends were starting to look pasty and their glares roamed wildly around the room. Each of their turns ended up as a dare that brought on boisterous laughter. Their volume grew geometrically with the logarithm of decibels, lifting the crowd with each act. I wanted to drink what they were drinking, and hear what they were saying.