We were hanging out at Pete's place. Tom watched some rediculous TV show. The fridge was stuffed with beer. A quick glance told me that it was some cheap american brand, not the imported stuff. It would be sufficient to get drunk. I checked the "special" compartment and my mood lifted instantly. It was stuffed with everything a hophead could wish for himself. There was no special occasion. At least not for the others. Until now I hadn't told them that the deal turned out to be more sophisticated than we'd expected. I opened a beer and was about to sit down when Pete entered the room.

>> do you mind starting a dialog or some kind of conversation :)
>> just be yourself