X-Grads

...and I think I've lost five years off my life. Volunteering to teach students the basics of driving isn't as easy as one would think. Amazingly, no one has come close to hitting anything and I only had to deal with one panic attack in the car.

Regardless, I have seen enough of the side roads of Salem Center to possibly give a guided bus tour at some point. Thus, I find myself in need of some out-of-town time to recharge the batteries, metaphorically speaking.

Since I have it on good authority that the girls have claimed Harry's for their regular Girls' Night Out, I think it falls to us men to find a place for the requisite bonding and chest-thumping that is usually accompanied by appropriate libations. Just someplace that isn't either a) located in the bustling hamlet of Salem Center, which by the way was established in the early 1800s as a logging town should anyone actually stop and read all those little plaques around town, and b) within walking distance of anyone's place of residence or employment. This means, of course, we'll need a large enough car and a designated driver.

So, men of Xavier's (and Mark, too, if Doug will pass this along) - who's with me?