Flashback Friday
It’s almost 7:30 pm where I live. Here’s why I’m a little late with my post today.
I was chatting with Diane today. Diane is an older lady who works in the I.T. department at my job. We all really like Diane. She’s such a fun lady and super nice. She got me a new phone cord for my office phone without making a fuss about it. That thing gets out of control twisty with a quickness.
Today, Diane was in the offices across the hall working on their laptops. A little after 4:00, she came out of the offices and was about to head back to her building to get ready to go home. We were talking about how Friday night is the best night of the weekend. Especially this weekend since it’s a 3-day one for us in the United States. Her plans for tonight include going home and taking a long hot shower. She is then going to get in her pajamas, crack open the cold lager that she has been saving in her refrigerator for such a night. Then, she is going to play video games while she drinks her beer. I love that for Diane! It sounds like the perfect night.
It made me think of Friday nights of my youth. They really were something special, even if we didn’t know it then. A trip to Blockbuster to pick out movies to watch. We’d probably have some snacks that we’d also get. Maybe we’d order pizza for dinner. This happened whether we were with friends or not. Sometimes the pizza would be for my parents and me. Then I’d take my snacks and go in my room to watch the movies. I was more of a bedroom kid than a living room kid. I swear I can remember watching movies in my bedroom so vividly. I remember every detail of my room when I was a teenager. And I remember the feeling of being in there on those nights. That was my personal space. The part of the house that was uniquely mine and where I was the most comfortable and happy.
Fast forward 30 years and my Friday night is actually not so different from those back then and even Diane’s. I went to the store and picked up one of those fresh pizzas from the deli section that you take home and bake yourself. I also picked up a small tray of sushi. A weird combination that my husband and I developed a few years ago. We eat the sushi while the pizza is baking and then eat the pizza. I got some of our favorite soda to go with it. Now that I’m home, I’m in my pajamas. Josh is outside with the dogs while the pizza bakes. In a few minutes he’ll come in and we’ll eat. Then we’ll settle on the couch, in our assigned seats. Assigned by our personal t.v. viewing angle preference. And we may not watch a movie. We might watch a show that happens to be on. Or a movie that we’ve seen a hundred times. But we’ll settle on something and watch until we’re ready for bed. This is not much different from our nightly routine on any other day of the week. But it’s Friday. The best night of the week because it’s the first night that we can enjoy knowing we don’t have to go to work tomorrow. Saturdays are good too, but it’s a touch sad knowing it’s the last free night of the weekend. Not Friday, and not this Friday.
We have three nights like this coming up before going back to work. I plan to enjoy all three of them with the same enthusiasm as I did when I was a teenager and as Diane must also be enjoying hers. When it comes down to it, there’s not much difference between the young and the old, especially when it comes to Friday nights and freedom of the weekend ahead.
Enjoy your Friday night, friends!
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