There was a time, not long ago, when Saturday night meant half a weeks pay was going down my throat one cold beer at a time. Some nights became so hazy and unclear that I became a legend in my own mind on the dance floor. Tonight, our friend Steve threw a small party at his place so we could all kick back and relax. As we started swapping stories of the last few weeks at work, and when I saw a few red eyes and yawns at 7:30′ I realized the legend has left the building. Saturday night is still fun but it’s time we leave the dancing to the professionals. That means you too Danchetz!

Location:Sylvia Ln,Schenectady,United States