"You're a lola," my friend quipped when I told her I didn't want to go out on a Friday night. No offense taken. I really do feel like a lola! Everything in my universe now is drastically changing. Quite surprisingly, I don't despise it. I know that this is in preparation for something big.
My Friday nights used to be a galaxy different from the ones I have now. I used to party all night, go home tipsy and waste all my Saturday nursing a hangover. This is a perfect Fri-DIE night for me. Death to sobriety!
Now, however, I am required to be healthier. I am taking a break from all the liquor. In fact, what used to be fun doesn't seem appealing anymore. Of course, the downside to this is not being able to spend time with my friends if they invite me for a drink. Yes, I could opt NOT to drink but man... Jack and Johnny -- they are too appealing to be around with and I do not know if I have the restraint to stop myself in their presence. So in the meantime, I distance myself from them.
So then, what was my Friday like? A nightcap with Chris Evans. A Mediterranean dinner. A full recognition of how my day ended and saying goodnight to it. Sane. Sober. Sleepy.
Ahh, Fridays. I still look forward to you despite severance from what is supposed to be fun. You offer me the glimpse of freedom. It's just we spend it a little more conventionally now, and I hope you don't mind.
xx,
Corporate Junkie
