Weekend Open Bar: Now serving Cultural Rot-Gut, extra seasoning

It’s the fucking Weekend, dude. It’s fucking Weekend, dude, and not a moment too soon.

This hermetic, extroverted-introvert has been stumbling through this week. Somewhat, nay, totally viewing Friday afternoon as a refuge seemingly never arriving. Last weekend’s Weddings Doubleheader just left me goddamn mentally depleted. Look at all the fucking italics! Look at all the emphasis! Delirious! Drunk off emotional expenditure!

It’s the fucking Weekend, dude. It’s fucking Weekend, dude, and not a moment too soon.

So, let’s gather for the Weekend together. It’s all going down here, in the Open Bar. Share what you’re up to this weekend. Surfing the cosmic Kirby Vibes with Thor: Ragnarok? Watching UFC 217 like me, and silently praying you get to witness the grand return of GSP? Reading books? Spitting hooks?

Let me know! Let us all know.

It’s the fucking Weekend, dude. It’s fucking Weekend, dude, and not a moment too soon.