Sorry

Je suis désolée
Lo siento
Ik ben droevig
Sono spiacente
Perdóname

It's already been more than a couple of years now that we consider Friday nights to be our night out boozing with the guys. It could be supper (and beer or stronger drinks) at the Castle or at somebody's place, but generally everyone could make it.

It wasn't the start of our alcoholism we assure you, that started in the final year of uni, but it certainly did reinforce the habit. :P

Anyways, Friday nights have been something regular and it was even more consistant compared to the girl's meetup (which we're quite surprised). It was good for catching up with each other, griping about work, planning things, finding out everyone's HR Rating and ending up with that slighly tipsy feeling without overdoing it. And on the times where we all meant to overdo things, drains and such were nearby and we all didn't have to worry about getting cabs home.

Well not all Friday nights are alcoholic. But it's more of us getting together. Sorta like how our dad goes to his club for chapkut (gin rummy with mahjong tiles) with his mates every Saturday. You can see we give priority to our Friday night group.

Nowadays it's a wee bit more difficult as work gets in the way for some people. Only work? Not only work but work is excusable somewhat.

Relationships, on the other hand...well, cannot say anything about it although sometimes grumbling could be heard about them (especially if it happened once too often), hahaha. "So-and-so always ffk us!" and the likes although it's mostly in good humour. No comments from us, and that's a good thing too - because who knows when it's our turn to actually pull off such a stunt.

Well we might have to. There's gonna be occasions we'll have to spend quality time with the Chief now. Sorry ya in advance if we start throwing aeroplanes. :P