Thursday nights, the early 1990's

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Go to the gym to work out with your best friend after work, for the second time that week.

Chins and dips with 150 pounds strapped around your waist. Gym owner spotting you, calling you "Susan the wimp."

Pushing yourself hard, because you knew you would be going out later.

Take a shower at the gym. Throw your friend's soap on the floor every time, and laugh as the shaky bastard tries to pick it up.

Go to the Union Bar. 2 dozen hot wings each, and "Frosted Cannons"...which is piss water Schmidt's Beer served in a frosted mug.

Get horribly drunk.

Talk ourselves out of driving to Ontario for a long weekend.

Go to work the next day and have to think.

Leave work at 5 or 6 PM on a Friday, and go home and sleep for most of the weekend.