Friday night

Today is Friday night, and I’m in an excellent mood. I love the perspective of having two days off work. Fridays are happy days, in the same way Sundays are sad days. You cannot enjoy them because you get up with the feeling that the weekend is almost over, and every single hour makes you more conscious of that terrible reality: Monday is relentlessly approaching.

Anyway, it is Friday and I am happy, and I think it is the perfect day to tell a funny story, for example how my friend Reb helped her son to swallow up some terrible antibiotic pills… Though her very creative solution was maaaaybe a bit extreme. On second thoughts, maybe it is better that I explain why I am sitting on the computer on a Friday night, instead of being out dancing, drinking, and having fun with friends. In other words, why I gave up going out at nights. Let's make this explanation fast and easy: I got bored. There was a time that I couldn't stay at home later than 20:00, I went out in such an eager way you would think that the roof of my house was in the verge of collapsing on my head . I had the feeling that I couldn’t miss one night out, because something really important could happen and I had to be there to see it. I really do not know what I expected of those nights out. I have never been a drinker, and as for my social abilities, well, I hold my friends dear and I tend to ignore the rest of the people. You can think I was looking for a little romance, or even real love. No way: never thought you can find someone interesting at night. People who seem really charming and attractive while you are in a pub, turn out to be completely different when the sunlight strikes and clears your mind from any intoxicating substance you were into. Whatever the reasons, for a long time I went out every Friday and Saturday night, to the same old places, with the same friends, and sit in the same spot as most of the people used to do. Week after week, month after month, nothing ever happened, always the same places, the same people, even the same songs. And one day I realized I couldn’t tell my weekends apart, they were all the same for me, and they weren’t amusing any more.   So I quitted going out. Completely. With a single exception, a New Year’s Eve a couple of years ago. After a stressing dinner I decided that I needed to drink something… And obviously it was a too big something for me, according to the hangover I hosted during two entire days. The definite backup for my decision of giving up night life.

So what do I do now? I stay at home, read, write, listen to music I like, relax.. Weekends last longer if you do not spend half of them sleeping. And there are Saturday and Sunday morning full of street markets and all kinds of fairs to explore. And now, at least I can tell my weekends apart.