Your weekly Man-night has been either cancelled or postponed several times now. You know, Man-night: English or Irish beer on tap. Loud bantering about oil changes or work or The Sopranos or your wives. Loud Irish music. Tasty food made with grease that frightens women.
On this night, you will not wash dishes or do laundry or think about groceries. Or the way the house needs painting. Never that. You will be alive and consume animal flesh. You will laugh too loudly. You get it now. Man-night.
That other guy is wanting to come along, but he must be home in time for Friends which is awkward. This is exactly why you would go to Man-night and eat (authentic) fish-and-chips. So as not to be watching Friends. Specifically not to be watching Friends.