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Friday Night

I always have so much anticipation and hope on Friday's like when I was a teenager and Friday night meant getting drunk and having premarital sex and doing other immoral and illegal acts.

I have no clue why as the last several years Terry and I have been cultivating our old folks routine by where he falls asleep on the couch by 8:30 p.m. and I am organizing my spice cabinet and tucking away saved pickle jars and lids to "put things in". We haven't had Friday night excitement for a long time. No matter how hard I try.

It is particularly nagging on a Friday that he gets paid as we are not completely flat ass broke to the point of eating peanut butter off of a spoon and sunflower seeds and thinking "oh my God there is another seven days until we get more money so that we can pay the bills and be flat ass broke again by Saturday morning". We are broke, just not as broke. So that heightens the excitement a bit.

Still, seemingly every Friday, I throw on some decent clothes, dot something that smells good in all the warm places, put on my diamonds, and paint my face... just in case.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 15, 2004 at 03:30 PM