"Move it, your box needs a good airing out." signed The Universe

If you invite me to go somewhere with you, I will want to know WAY more than where. I want a list of the full cast of characters. I want to know how far away it is. Will I need to bring money? How much? Will anyone be jumping out of a cake? I want the back story. So, don't try to polish the Buick and pass it off as a Maserati, I'm nearly as inquisitive as Holmes.

Soooooooo, my best friend called me the other day and the brevity ensued.

K said, "Hey, C and I are going to the local BBQ joint downtown tomorrow night. They are hosting the game "Battle Between the Sexes. Wanna join us?" For some reason, I detected a sparseness in the air. My instincts went up, and I pressed for more details. She insisted she didn't know much else.   I told her I would have to think about it.  That was last Monday.  I had two days to ponder whether or not I wanted to go.  Against my resisting instinct, I said what the hell, and agreed to go.