GOING OUT FOR a sneaky midweek night out is an honour and a privilege – but the craic needs to be weighed up against the next day’s hangover.
This is how it usually plays out:
Leaving work, the sun is out
Your friends are going for drinks.
Absolutely gasping for a pint, sure meet up for one
One drink in, and your friends seem to be up for serious craic
There is a suspicious amount of banter. These people are not out for just one.
Suddenly you're four pints in
And it's 10.30pm. It's now or never to commit to the night out
Knowing you have work in the morning.
And your friends be all
"IT'S FRIDAY TOMORROW" they wail.
So you go for it, you're out for a session now
The decision is final, no regrets
It quickly turns into you, 2am, in the club
Trying to get the shift
But food after is the real priority
And finally, you're home and you set the alarm for 7am. You're officially dead inside
And this is the moment to declare no regrets.
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