Friday (let's consider a series of events a 'thing'):

I came back from lunch with a couple of co-workers to find that the parking garage would not open. Because the traffic lights were out, we assumed power was off for the block. After parking in the rain on the street, we made our way through a nearly abandoned parking garage lit by emergency power to the 15 story building's lobby, where we learned that everybody else had been evacuated.

We gave up on work and went to the bar across the street. While there (after a few drinks), my friend/co-worker Carlos received a call, then proceeded to rant excitedly about how he was going to San Diego to take part in an Odd Couple-esque reality show pilot about DJ culture, and that they were going to pitch it to a network on Monday. After venturing further in the rain to get props (we passed the Hustler store for a party supplies shop which provided us with giant-diamond-lit-by-red-LED rings), we returned to the re-powered office, up the elevator where I produced for him a pseudo-legal release form to post on the door at the club in which they were going to film.

Then he left, and I continued answering emails.