Wet your beak at Sunday Game Night

From: Nathan
To: Game Friends

Game Friends,

Look, I’m just saying there’s no real reason these emails have to be sent out on Friday morning. I know, I know, it’s traditional. I tell you to show up at my place on Sunday at 5pm, you show up and you bring snacks and drinks, we play games, et cetera, et cetera. But here I am, it’s Friday evening, and I’m writing to you while sipping whiskey instead of coffee, and it seems… fine? I don’t think I’m “undermining Game Night norms” or “tearing the fabric of our space-time” like you’ve accused me of, like how would that even

Look, I’m just saying there’s no real reason these emails have to be sent out on Friday morning. I know, I know, it’s traditional. I tell you to show up at… wait. Did I already email you today? No? Sorry, just had a weird feeling. Anyways, as usual, please bring a live bird to my apartment this Sunday for Sunday Bird Night. Remember—no fair bringing a species you’ve brought before!

Nathan