Someday we're going to die

Friday night we’re playing Tetris in the Andy/Dave apartment and Andy wonders if I’m still going to the Rainbo Club on my own. Everyone else is going to stay in for a movie and early bed.

Andy: Are you really going to Rainbo Club? [subtext: by yourself? That doesn’t sound fun.]
Me: Yeah. It’s Friday night and someday we’re going to die.

Andy went on to totally kick my ass at Tetris. It was sweet.

I thought I had the last word after I went out Friday night and had an interesting evening. Suddenly it’s 3:30a Sunday morning and we’re trying to go to some after party in a hotel room with some crazy consultants. The six of us go to get one of the several cabs waiting, as Andy heads to one cab I grab some other people and head for another cab making it three in each cab. As I’m stepping into the cab Andy screams at me: he thinks the six of us (plus driver) should roll in one cab, I mildly disagree until he screams at me "Come on it’s Saturday night and someday we’re going to die!" We squeeze in his cab.