You know the feeling. A three-day weekend is coming up, or maybe something like New Years. And there is that unspoken pressure: Have AMAZINGFANTASTICPLANS or you are a loser!

Well, no more! After all, what is so great about going to a bar on Amateur Night, e.g., St. Patrick's Day, Thanksgiving Eve. Dumb girls, meathead boys, boring us all and possibly hitting us in the face with their Budweisers and appletinis!

Or, what else? Parties that no one even commits to until the last minute because they're all still in search of those elusive Big Plans they feel pressured to have?

Now, you have support. And a place to be antisocial, bitter, whatever you'd like! Which may or may not be ironic -- a group in which to be antisocial.

Which it really isn't. This is a place of tolerance. I myself, love Big Plans sometimes. But no one should feel the NEED for Big Plans. This is about fighting the peer pressure, and not bowing down to The Plan Man.