That’s right: tomorrow is the Mayan Apocalypse, the end of the world, according to reactionaries, alarmists, kooks, the tin-foil hat crowd, etc. But hey: they might be right! So you might as well just go and enjoy yourself one last time, just in case!
But remember: revelry is great, but don’t overdo it, as we don’t know what time the end will come tomorrow. So you could get a really horrible hangover in the morning, and still have to wait until practically midnight for the end to come, ruining your last hours on Earth. And nobody wants that, right?
(Those Maya are extremely inconsiderate: the least they could have done was to put the end of the world on a Monday, and give us the whole weekend to party! Then, after a whole weekend of partying, we might all be ready and hoping for the end of the world. {Oh, my aching head!})
