Yesterday was my first alcohol-free Friday - probably ever in my adult life. In midweek I wasn't thinking about drinking so much. On Friday, however, I found myself feeling the need for a beer much more often. These unbidden promptings arose whenever I looked forward to the end of the day, when I strolled down Tryon St. past various places offering happy hours, and when I had a minute to kill waiting for a take-out order to be ready. There's something special about Friday that I have always marked with a drink. It signals that I can relax, shed responsibility, flirt and joke. That's why I always thought that the song by the Cure that I quoted in the title was an ode to the day itself rather than a declaration of fickle feelings.
Anyway, I passed up all the opportunities to sneak a beer and enjoyed the same dinner mentioned in the previous post. I relaxed and joked nonetheless.
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