Michael was delighted with Roger's idea to order two more pitchers. He refilled his own glass and drank some more. He'd probably feel a lot better tomorrow--assuming he didn't have too bad of a hangover--just because of the opportunity to hang out and get drunk with Roger. The drinks were good, the company was good, and he was more relaxed already.
"Three or four months, yeah," he said, trying to remember when exactly the ball had been. Until now, it hadn't been an important event in his past, so it had sort of blended in with other things. "Her belly wasn't showing when I saw her. At least, not that I noticed." He gave a self-deprecating shrug and took another drink. "I probably wouldn't until she got really big."