Down with Oh DP?

Anything can happen at a bar. Loves found and lost. Friendships formed and broken. A random heated fistfight, an intellectual debate of seismic proportions, a celebration of a hard earned victory or accomplishment, or a sympathy party to ease the pangs of defeat. All these can happen at any time, sometimes all at the same time. The constants are general drunkenness and casual idiocy, but it's a bar for Christ's sake. However, one of my personal favorites, and it is a rarity, is the dynamic prolific conversation.

A dynamic prolific conversations can spring up any time, but it seems they're more apt to in the presents of alcohol. They don't require a certain number of people, save at least two, and often involve groups. They can be about anything from the wildly extravagant theories to the simplest and most mundane hustle and bustle of everyday life. The main stipulation, which defines this type of conversation, is that it can't have sides. If people are of opposite views, a debate is sure to emerge. Another fun form of conversation but one I don't find quite as fulfilling. I think the lack of winner or goal, yet the willingness by the participants to genuinely interact and immerse is what set the DP conversation (as I'll be referring to it henceforth) on the highest level of pleasure you can achieve without touching yourself.

Now, I know that DP conversation can happen anywhere. Most of the time, they seemed to be fostered in small groups sitting and drinking over dinner, a game or just plain sitting and drinking. But having one at the bar adds an element of exclusion that brings everyone on the inside closer together. Feeling the world slip by, time standing still in that one perfect moment, forms bonds and brings happiness that are not easily forgotten.

So, to all, I hope you have a DP conversation sometime soon. And when your in that immaculate bit of history, let a twinge grow in the back of your mind of the words I've written here. Silently thank me and let yourself appreciate, with new clear sight, the rest of the chat until the moment passes. Then order another drink, hold it up to the light in a fitting cheers to my indomitable intellect and pass it to the guy next you because he's probably me and you've left me out of another conversation.