It's Friday evening and the greatest decision of the week stands before me.
Do I catch up on a sleepless and workout-less week of vacation with a long run, a dose of exploratory wandering in a new neighborhood in search of a good cup of coffee and a quiet spot in a corner cafe to do a little studying before stumbling home under the bright NY weekend sky to bed?
Do I rally the troops, attend a small dinner party with friends and friends of friends which will inevitably turn into a drink party with dancing, joking, and general tom-foolery?
Essentially, do I spend the evening in my own company or in the company of others? It's a tricky answer. Some nights, a solo date is the perfect way to spend an evening, but other nights it can be disastrous for the human psyche.
The greatest decision of the week: to be lame or not to be lame?