Friday night is a good a night as any to go out, drink, and party like you're 21 again. You can see all the people that you don't really care to see, talk to women who have about as much personality as pocket lint, and burn a hole in your pocket the size of Benjamin Franklin. Or if you're like me, and all of this has lost it's appeal, you might prefer a night hanging in the shop, discussing the stuff that makes life the way it is, not the way we're told it is. No better two can make that experience more genuine than Davy and Thatcher, a couple sincere souls who just "get it" and know how to warm a cold shop with only good conversation. Thanks, gents, it's always a pleasure.