Friday nights and lots of wine

When I was a little kid, Friday nights meant one thing.

The whole family was loading into the car and we were going out. Out usually meaning dinner (at Denny's) then on to the mall. Because when you're 9, the mall is the place to be. Shops of all shapes and sizes. Cool high school kids hanging out. The probability that a new toy was going to find it's way home with you because at that point, you really didn't need much more than that.

High school it usually meant hanging with my friends. The phone calls would start around 6 or 7ish. Who's house? Do we want to see a movie instead? How about we rent that new one with Christian Slater? Oooh, let's make cookies instead. My friends and I were not exactly the rebel without a cause types. We hung out until curfew then found our way home, usually 5 minutes before deadline. We didn't drink. We didn't smoke. We just did our own thing.

Then college happened and Friday nights took on a whole new meaning. AXP midnighters. Happy hour at the G-man from 4-6, back to campus to sober up and eat some dinner, then get ready and out again at 10, because that was when things really started hopping. I'm not sure but I think a Friday night like that would probably kill me now.

Now? Well, now that I don't have the Lobster to steal my time, Friday's are usually spent like this one. Laundry finished up. Dishes done. Bathroom scrubbed, since my room mates are dirty, messy boys and won't do it themselves. And some time with Fat Bastard.

I'm working on my second glass now. God this stuff is good. And even better, I can enjoy it in peace and quiet.


Fat Bastard Wine.

Now that's how to spend a Friday. I can only think of one other thing I'd rather be doing and since that hasn't happened in 4 months (when do you officially regain virgin status?), I guess the wine and some alone time will just have to do.