I thoroughly enjoy Fridays such as these that start with productivity at work and end with incessant laughter among good friends; mixed with the promise of a long weekend, you get a cocktail of unbridled fun. Without need for real alcohol.
Normally I prefer seeing my friends individually or in small groups, but when the event in question is a games night and there is no air of discomfort among the attendees (meaning minimal/nonexistent chances of my being drawkwa)--oh, and when you luck out and are on the winning team for Cranium Wow (Go Team 1!)--I am perfectly content and the evening seems to slip away all too soon, like a small feather blowing in the wind that evades one's grasp upon each try.
This is a taste of what it's like to be a social being, then. Is this what most evenings are like for people who live on their own in downtown where everyone is within walking distance? If I were to take away family duty and the barriers of geography and time, I am sure things would be different; however, without these things I would be no one, nowhere, and never.
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