Evenings?

Following a big breakfast, missing my usual bacon, of course, I struggle to get through the day, trapped at a desk without even the useful glasses that this young lady has to disguise my languor, I dream of the coming evening and the pleasures to be had at that time.
Mind you since at least one of the bowling alleys is "ladies only" I suspect that even should I get that energetic it is virtually guaranteed that the best dressed ladies would not be about for my viewing but hidden away where no male eye can sully their perfections.
So I guess I need to turn to that most helpful item, the computer, now perfectly set up to provide my evening needs speedily and efficiently.
But even these thrills can pall and so one has to investigate the internet to track down something that could perhaps give a jaded mind something to enthuse over. And it can be found (although I did need to go back to my regular keyboard to speed the search). How can be interested in beer or even wine when there are so much better things available for those in need of a little extra excitement after work.