Ahhh, Jeri; Now there's a Lady who knows her Alpha from her proximal Ulnar Condyle!

Golly; but I'm long overdue for a JeriHug!

   Close, Brian; about any of us who have served some time in Uncle Sam's Military have had our Alphas (referring to a certain anotomical feature) Charlied (alluding to the act of verbal mastication by a superior Officer) at one time or another.

   I'm getting the impression that whatever protocol or "Ettiquite" that is in play at BB's might make the Queen's High Tea look a picnic in the park by comparison.

I may go, but think I'll stick to soaking my moustache in Guinness Stout and listening in if I do.