thank goodness for wing night

The past week or so has been pretty rough at work, especially because I'm beginning to get fed up with the kind of work I'm doing and being overworked and underappreciated. So yesterday I sent out the figurative carrier pigeon with a message proposing: "Wing night tomorrow?" The reply echoed back resoundingly from the other end of the phone line, and it was on.

This is the point at which the Winking Lizard, in all its glory, begins to shine a light into the dimly lit space that is often my existence. I've never had a bad time there. I'll admit, I've had mediocre food, bad service, and some pitiful beers on occasion, but never a bad time overall. This I must attribute to the great friendship that surrounds this place. Friends, family, friends' families, friends who might as well be family...the list goes on and on with people who have brightened my day and each other's on any given Tuesday night. And sometimes, as if by some mystical plan, I'm surprised by seeing new faces around the table, faces belonging to new friends who make me laugh on the outside, and beam on the inside.

So this is my crude sort of tribute to Wing Night as it is, as it has been and as I hope it will continue to be: an incredible gathering of people growing ever-closer in the bond of friendship. May the drinks keep us merry, the food keep us full, and the thought of certain unforgettable new faces keep us awake until midnight, smiling and giddy, for many Tuesdays to come. Maybe that last part was just me tonight, but I'm really hoping there might be someone else out there who can't sleep...I suppose we'll find out soon enough. Anyway, cheers!