Weekend Open Bar: heaven’s receding smile


It’s 6:30 pm on a Friday evening here on the Eastern Seaboard of the Empire, Earth-Prime. I am pleased by it being both Friday and an evening. It can mean only one thing! It’s time for Weekend Open Bar. It can mean only two things! It’s time for Weekend Open Bar and relaxation! It can mean only three things! Four things! Five things!

An infinite amount of things cascading across an indifferent and infinite Universe!

It’s time for Weekend Open Bar and relaxation and Mexican food and sleeping late and enjoying my wife’s company and going to the gym and probably getting my flat tire repaired and maybe playing Destiny with The Dude and championing Extra Life and watching football and checking out Luke Cage and seeing my hero-wrestler Ricochet in person at an indie wrestling show and more and more and more and an infinite amount of possibilities across an infinite amount of Universes containing an infinite amount of Ian Omegas.

But uh, that’s me. What are you folks doing this weekend?

Let’s hang out.