It turns out that my blood pressure falls into the normal, pedestrian, un-anxious zone when I have a cocktail ... and while listening to the 1989 stupid-ish movie, Roadhouse with Patrick Swayze. You had me at Ghost and Dirty Dancing, Patrick. RIP: September 14, 2009.
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