Friday
Friday is the best day of the week. Even better than the weekend itself. The general mood is happy. The air is heavy with a happy kind of anticipation- of the coming weekend. Its completely besides the point what you actually end up doing over the weekend. What I am trying to convey, is a feel good factor about everything around you on a Friday. The music you choose is a happy peppy one, the wine and beers are in stock , you make Biriyani for dinner, and you make long winding plans for the weekend- like it were Christmas break.
Your plans are a little far fetched, but who cares, its just a plan. You think you can manage grocery shopping, catch a movie, go for dinner, do a picnic, shop, catch up on sleep, meet some friends, hit the park, go to the zoo, watch opera, sit by the harbour, get a DVD home for a late night watch and call a list of friends you have been meaning to call in the longest time. Of course, none of this happens, except for the grocery bit, and maybe some DVD viewing late in the night, after the little rascal is asleep after her day long histrionics. But but but- Friday is not like that.
Friday is sweet. Its like you were expecting your favourite person to arrive from a far away land; like you were to meet your boyfriend after 2 long days ; like your birthday was soon coming up and you can't wait to rip open your gifts....
Get the drift? And then your partner is back at 4pm and makes cha for you. :). Nice. I like.
My wine is chilled, and i hear him pop up cork. Cheers!
Your plans are a little far fetched, but who cares, its just a plan. You think you can manage grocery shopping, catch a movie, go for dinner, do a picnic, shop, catch up on sleep, meet some friends, hit the park, go to the zoo, watch opera, sit by the harbour, get a DVD home for a late night watch and call a list of friends you have been meaning to call in the longest time. Of course, none of this happens, except for the grocery bit, and maybe some DVD viewing late in the night, after the little rascal is asleep after her day long histrionics. But but but- Friday is not like that.
Friday is sweet. Its like you were expecting your favourite person to arrive from a far away land; like you were to meet your boyfriend after 2 long days ; like your birthday was soon coming up and you can't wait to rip open your gifts....
Get the drift? And then your partner is back at 4pm and makes cha for you. :). Nice. I like.
My wine is chilled, and i hear him pop up cork. Cheers!
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