Friday night. Heading home from work. It’s been a long day and even longer week. No rush to get home, but I want to be there. Not sure what watering hole I’m going to hit tonight or what restaurant to try…neither do any of the other strangers walking with me. It’s seems like we are all trying to get home or go somewhere to release. The tensions of a work week are easily washed away with a good drink or good company. Tonight, I’m looking for both.