A note on Friday nights

I have come to believe that Friday nights are sacred. There is a reason why it is seen as blasphemous to work on them. And despite having worked until atleast 8.30 every Friday night of my Berkeley career so far - as yet, I still believe that if I am not having fun with friends at 10pm on a Friday, my world is skewed.

So far, so good. A night at Triple Rock, some charity beer, j-schoolers and random conversation are all I need to regain normality and remember why we should guard Friday night's sanctity in the same way as we guard Christmas and Hanaka.