By the end of dessert, we were all ready to crash
red as lobsters (these chinese drinkers I tell you)
and doing our damnest to not slip off the silk upholstered chairs
we begged for mercy when the waiter arrived yet again
with shots of Limoncello
Our host feigned indifference
said it was complimentary
good manners compelled us to down them
Sweet, icy cold,
redolent of fresh lemons
a delicious ending to a wonderful meal
and with that
we tottered down the cracked sidewalk
all wending, weaving on bendy knees
"How about Q-bar?" asked our ever gracious host
"No, please," said I.
and with that,
all our big clubbing plans
disappeared in the wind.
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