On Fridays I usually find the worst bar in the area and put on 'Miley Cyrus party in the USA' to get the night started properly. From there I tell the drink drone to keep bringing me whiskey untill I have the courage to order chicken fingers. 30 minutes of shame. Cigarette to bring it down. More whiskey to wash away the menthol. The most difficult part of Friday night is when you realize it's Tuesday afternoon.