One of Those Thousands of Nights Spent Laughing 'Til the Break of Dawn

So, one night, sometime in the start of this very school year, I had literally just set down my set of weights from working out one Tuesday well after school was let out, I got this call from a great friend of mine named Tory. Normally, Tory and I talk on ends on even the most unenergetic of days, so of course, there wasn’t anything too suspicious I had thought of when I scooped up my vibrating phone from the floor. We said “hey,” — or at least, I did, — before Tory starts rambling on, on the other side of the phone, literally about, “Oh my God! Sean! You have to see this, if you can!” After laughing at myself about the situation I was most likely getting myself into here, I asked what was so incredibly important that she had to call mid-way through my last few reps. She asked me to get off my lazy posterior, and get to the nearest screen, because I “just had” to see this music video. I rolled my eyes, and just mumbled, “Fine. Hang on a sec.” as I clanged around, dropping and sorting both the 60lbs. weights back into their correct spaces, before I lugged myself upstairs. I plopped myself down on the chair in our office, still having my phone wedged between my shoulder and ear, asking Tory, “Okay, fine. I’m here! What’s the video?” It took about five seconds to realize that this was going to be one of those nights were Tory asked me to search about an average guess of, let’s say, two hundred or so music videos. To give you an idea of just exactly how this night went, the first video Tory urged me to watch was “It’s Rainin’ Men” by “The Weather Girls.” And after I just about busted my guts laughing to the point where I might’ve just matched up with that one specific emoji, I eventually told her, “Alright, alright. Maybe we should just watch the Weather Girls, then.” But of course, what would the night be if Tory allowed something like that?