I have always loved a good Friday. It is full of the promise of the weekend to come. It shines like a diamond at the end of the week. Or perhaps more appropriately, the portal to another world of fun and freedom. That is weird for me because, I do not work the typical work week of 9 to 5 or 7 or 9 depending which slave ship you serve. Still the beacon of the weekend is my favourite time. Not that I do not cherish Saturday. I do.
I suppose if I am going to linger in the world of analogy, Friday is the foreplay and Saturay is the the down and dirty intercourse of the weekend. Again a little odd, given my own preferences. Maybe (given that analogy) I love Friday because, I know that Saturday is definitely going to arrive! and Wahooo!
Which makes Saturday night the orgasm. Stands to reason I suppose and would account for the sweet meloncholy of Sunday.
Sunday is the afterplay, the afterglow if you will...the time for pillow talk and tenderness.
At any rate I digress. I love Friday and I really seem to love Fridays in the fall. Perhaps because it is a little cripser and cooler and reminds me of school days- when Friday meant freedom and no homework.
The sex thing had not worked its way into my world at that point, but had it, I am sure the analogy would have still been valid.
Friday is the night for a quiet smoke, a glass of wine and a bon fire. It is the time for an walk in the dark. A night for an adventure. It can be mysterious and dangerous. Or the start of something amazing that will carry on through the entire weekend, only to be interupted by that most heinous of weekdays, Monday. (Except holiday Mondays! they are a special thrill- a stolen moment).
So this is Friday. I will do all those happy Friday things, work out hard, clean the house (my pre-sex shower I suppose) and curl up by a fireplace to watch my favourite shows on the giant TV.
It is funny to me that originally Xfiles was on Friday night. I was a huge fan and it just made my Friday all the more fabulous. I was somewhat bummed when they moved it to Sunday nights...but it let me have a reason to look forward to Sunday night.
Now my fav. shows are back on Friday night and the universe turns as it should. Or maybe, just maybe I will venture outside my four safe walls and find an adventure to still my soul. I might just find some mischief to get into and out of my Monday morning.
So I will slip into my mental friday lingerie and start this day with all the anticipation it deserves.
Who knows because it is Friday and you just never can tell.
