There was a time, not so long ago, when I could come home on a Friday and know that I would, pretty soon, be going out again. Then I wouldn't remember the rest of the night and that would be cool. Who needs memory, right? Not when you're having fun (you think it was fun; you can't really remember.)
Alas, that time has passed now and I no longer really care about it being Friday at all. In fact I've grown to resent it a little. I resent the fact it means I don't get to do anything for the next two days, I resent that it means I don't really see anybody for a while or get to impress/ distress anyone with my jokes. Friday and I have had a falling out, and unfortunately I can remember this all too clearly.
This Friday night will spent sitting on my own watching whatever film my hand reaches out to first. It's not something I'm proud of, but then I wouldn't be proud of drinking alone in a pub either, so at least there's that.
