In junior high, Friday nights were usually sleepovers with friends, or Egan dances, or going to the movies. Sleepovers included calling boys and either harassing them or hanging up on them, and eventually, getting into our parents' alcohol.
High school Friday nights: securing rides, going to football games, hanging out at Brother's Pizza, retrieving hidden Vladimir vodka from under Kimmy Foo Foo's bed, late night trips to Walmart, terrorizing drive thrus, going to parties when someone's parents weren't home, throwing parties while babysitting, driving all over Langhorne, and working at Macy's.
College Friday nights consisted of power hours, booze on every surface, lots of loud and drunken singing, parties, cigarettes, road trips, and general foolishness.
My early and mid 20s found me heading home to nap and eat, off to wait with Frank and Mrs. for about an hour and a half at MFD's while he walked around in a towel and smoked cigarettes, off to the Hulmeville until last call, more beer and music and sing alongs at Uptown's clubhouse until 4 a.m.
I changed it up in my late 20s and early 30s. We headed right to happy hour after work until 10 or 11, or I took in dinner and a movie with MFD.
Where am I now at 35? I get home from work as quickly as possible, change into pajamas immediately, clean house, lay on my couch with my dogs, clean out the DVR, read a book or magazines, and am either in bed by 10 or I stay up late with MFD watching movies or shows.
While I've loved all of my Friday nights, these Friday nights are my favorite. I love being in my house with my dogs and husband, recuperating from the work week, with the whole weekend ahead of me. I try not to schedule anything on Friday nights, because the last thing I feel like doing after a week of work is anything at all. I don't even make any "boy I'm old" mutterings. I'm not delusional, this has little to do with age. I know what I like and what I want. And Friday night I want nothing to do, and if I do have something to do, I want to be able to do it in lounge attire. So please don't invite me out on Friday night unless I can wear yoga pants.
On deck for tonight: wine on the couch with Gail, wearing PJs and watching trashy shows. That suits me well. I don't have to leave my house, I get to hang out, and I can wear lounge attire. Done done and done, mofos.
1. I am obsessed with Church doors. These are the doors to the Arch Street United Methodist Church.
2. Try not to drop dead from shock. I wore heels this week. Wedges, but still.
3. No shit, Dunkin Donuts. If you're going to label something, have it be informative. Like naming the price.
4. Deposit sent to the Strathmere Motel for an August shore weekend with Frank & Amanda! I was so giddy I wrote them a little See you in August note. At least I didn't sign it with a heart, which I was tempted to do.
5. First, that's not how you spell handling. Second, the phrase horse play makes me laugh.
However you're spending your Friday night, enjoy.
p.s. Did you enter my My Memories Suite giveaway yesterday? You have until Sunday!
Linking up with From My Grey Desk for High Five for Friday and The Sowell Life for The Friday Five.