After my boring, quiet weekend I came across this picture. I remember those days! When Friday night hit, it was the weekend! Time for the gang to get together and party, party, party.
I have so many wonderful memories of nightclubs, dancing, pub nights, excursions to the beach, bog-lapping around the city, and so many more. Monday always came around much too quickly and then it was back to work, feeling a little like the picture above.
But, as is the way of youth, we were quick to recover and would be planning for the next weekend. Ah, those were the days.