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Weekends

How sad is it that I haven't cared about a weekend in years. I can't truly remember the last time I got excited for a weekend that didn't involve my one weekend a year going away for two days. That's my big vacation. Even the few times I did go on vacation, I despised the actual weekend, because it was all the travel aspect of the vacation.

Seriously, I'm not 21 anymore, so after work drinks on a Tuesday are exactly the same as they are on a Friday. Oh, but you get to sleep late, they say. I don't sleep late anyways. Sunday football? Nobody my age even goes out anymore and if they do, they watch one game and go home.  I've danced more on Monday or Thursday nights than I have on Friday and Saturday nights.

I'm really trying to think back to the last time I looked forward to a weekend. I don't mean one night, because yeah, of course I've had some fun individual nights planned, but not an entire weekend. I don't mean this to sound horrible, because I've had tons of fun evenings, but I've had many more on Mondays over the last few years. Before that it was Thursdays. Going way way back to my basketball days, it was Wednesdays. Even further, it was my Tuesdays. I think the last time I truly looked forward to a weekend was senior year of high school. No wait, I worked about 24 hours between Friday and Sunday nights. Hmm, yep, I've got it. 1984. I'd wake up at 8am, eat breakfast, go outside and get my friends and then walk over to the projects and play basketball. Come home for dinner and then back out to sit outside on the stoop. Saturday we'd play baseball or football in the street and then head in for the evening. I'd usually have plans with a friend for Saturday night or Sunday early, so I'd either sleep at their house or stay home, watch Saturday Night Live (when it wasn't the worst show on television) and then off to bed.

Wow, 30 years ago. Happy Saturday...I guess.

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