So, what is Wing Night, you ask?
Well, I shall tell you.
Long ago and far away, a small group of friends began to meet regularly. Not-so-coincidentally, they met the same night every week. This was Wednesday, when that shrine of cuisine called The Lodge had a special culinary delight. (Coincidentally, Wednesday is also called Hump Day by some; see below.)
For every Wednesday, The Lodge had chicken wings, of many varieties, for a special low price. And lo, it was good; they were good; and good times were had.
The group of friends who met originally consisted of males, and males alone. The precise composition of the original group other than gender is lost in the mists of time. Naturally, the conversation turned to the fairer sex.
And thus was a mighty tradition born. Born of fire, wind, and water. [That's cooking fire, wings make wind, and drinks to go with, respectively.]
And so, every Wing Night, as the occassions came to be called, the men would gather to discuss the women in their lives. Even a simple "I'm good" would suffice, but something had to be said.
The group increased, and the Night strayed from the original mission of eating the Holy Food, though the women were still discussed. Instead, there was much playing of games, particularly the Mighty Bond of the Golden Eye. But the name remained.
The name remained.
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