A text conversation on a chilly Monday evening:
Me: Hey, I’m so sorry but I have to bail on tonight. Can we reschedule?
Him: Bummer! Do you have to work late?
Me: Honestly? No. I’m just exhausted and I have some sweaters that I want to take out of bins now that the weather is cooling down. And I’m craving pumpkin beer.
Me: We can still hang out! Do you want to come over and get drunk on pumpkin ale and listen to music while I unpack sweaters?
Him: What are you doing Thursday?