In my youth Friday night was the night I looked forward to most of all - Friday was payday so I had money to go out. After a shower and shave I would meet up with my mates and go to the pub, after to a diso - for us it was Blinkers - on a good night you hooked up with a girl and on a bloody good night you got lucky. If not it was the 24 hour kebab place and off home. Oh happy simple days!
Just recently, to get myself out of a rut, I have started to go out again on Friday night and it's fun - moral of the story is don't stop having fun or give up on life just because of advancing years.
Time for the shower and then out.