IN THE ACTUAL WORLD WHERE PEOPLE ARE NOT STILL ON WINTER BREAK, AND ARE NOT TRAVELING TO COOL PLACES WITH LOADS OF FANCY, GLUTEN-FREE RAVIOLI (SERIOUSLY, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT HAS BEEN SINCE I HAD RAVIOLI??), I HEAR THAT IT IS FRIDAY.

WE ARE TOOLING AROUND BOULDER, JUST ME, FLUTERDOG, AND FLUTERDUDE. SO FAR WE HAVE SLEPT PAST NOON, GOTTEN SWEATY IN THE MINI-GYM, AND ARE PLANNING EITHER PHO OR DIM SUM FOR LUNCH/BREAKFAST, FOLLOWED BY FLUTERDOG'S FIRST HIKE WITH VISIBLE MOUNTAINS. ALLEGEDLY THERE IS AN AUDITION THIS SUNDAY, BUT WE CHOOSE TO IGNORE IT IN FAVOR OF PRETENDING THIS IS A VACATION.

WHY ARE WE SO FUCKING LAZY? BECAUSE .... IT'S FRIDAY!

WE SUSPECT FLUTERDOG IS AS TERRIFIED OF MOUNTAINS AS SHE IS OF HOUSEKEEPING, THE FAN IN THE CLIMATE CONTROL, AND THE WEIRD DUDE AT THE DESK, BUT FUCK IT: IT'S FRIDAY. THE LADYDOG CAN GROW A PAIR.

LATER TONIGHT, WE MAY GO BACK TO THE GREATEST ITALIAN PLACE EVER, AND I MAY HAVE ANOTHER CANOLI THAT MAKES MY STOMACH ANGRY BECAUSE (AND THIS IS WHERE YOU GUYS JOIN IN) FUCK IT: IT'S FRIDAY.

DOGS ARE ONLY ALLOWED IN THE SUITES AND THIS SUITE HAS A JACUZZI TUB. IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE SITTING IN IT WITH A BOTTLE OF SPARKLING WINE AND NO MEMORY OF THE SERIOUS, WORK-EVENT THAT BROUGHT ME HERE. BECAUSE FUCK IT. IT'S FRIDAY SOMEWHERE, AMIRITE?

LADIES AND GENTS, LEAVE YOUR FUCKITS AT THE BEEP. BECAUSE ...

IT'S FUCKING FRIDAY!!!