Friday Night, a night I adore because I love Friday Night Fights here at Destructoid. So where the hell was I last night? Like an unfaithful husband to his jealous gay lover... lemme explain:

Last night we were to surprise a friend of mine's pregnant wife, he was away doing missionary medical work, while she stayed home. He was supposed to come home Monday, but he changed his flight plans and I drove to Atlanta (3.5 hours) and then drove back to another city where my wife and his wife (With others) were going to eat dinner. Needless to say his flight was slightly delayed but we still had dinner an hour away from my home, and we didn't get back till about 11:30pm.

It should end there and I would have joined but I then have to drive my frined and his wife home, with his heavy ass luggage, yadda yadda - took another hour and a half or so. I got back was too tired to speak, and just passed out.

I'll be back next Friday Night... don't you worry!