It starts off easy. You bike over to your friends house, Guiness shoved neck down into the back pocket of your jeans. Ever few blocks your reach back, check that it’s not becoming dislodged. It’s not. But still you check.

Then you’re in her car, driving to MAM. They’re having a Brasilian festival. You’re smart, so you get a gin and tonic at the free bar before getting in line at the caipirinha