Even foolish (read: Very Important) anti-holidays like Friday’ s can accidentally cause a cycle of “what ifs?” For many, the thought is “what do I want to be doing when everything ends?” Smoking that secret emergency cigarette? Maybe. Sex in an alley? Not after the ringworm incident. After ruling out the most deviant acts, we’re left with ones that simply make us happy, like side-splitting, gut-ripping laughter. Oh, and maybe a sandwich. I mean, I don’t want to die hungry — that was never the plan. Now what if I told you that you could stage precisely that scenario? All you need to do is buy a ticket to the 11... More >>>