You know, whenever I go out to dinner and I see a table of about 3-5 young businessmen, and they're all drinking wine or cocktails, but each of them is eyeing the others sideways to make sure that they drink at the same pace as everyone else, and when it comes time for them to take their orders, they all order slight variations on if not exactly the same red-meat-based meal, and then they spend the rest of their time cracking jokes that aren't jokes while trying not to be the weak one of the bunch, secure in the fact that they own the right car and live in the right neighborhood and have the right haircut ...

Whenever I see a table of guys like that I do two things:

1) I thank Jesus that I escaped that fate by a very wide margin.
2) I wonder which one of them is going to go back to his hotel room and put in a butt-plug.

I have no way of knowing of course, but I think I probably guess correctly about 75% of the time.