People go out on Friday nights, so don't take it against me if I did. It's a ritual to welcome the weekend—a two-day break from backbreaking work, and for students, a window of opportunity to recover from academic pressures.
I went out with Yeyen Waga, Monchi Goce, and Wegs Pedroso. Like a pack of hungry wolves, we devoured a serving of large pizza plus pasta served with humongous meatballs.
Yeyen was insistent that we document everything. Rare are the times when we leave the lab for social duties. We figured we shouldn't let this pass unnoticed in history.
When you're bogged down during the week, the two days of weekend you used to ignore become so . . . precious.
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