Friday nights use to mean something. Movies with the girls. Hang out with Dominic. Hitting McHenry and cruising. The work/school week was done. I could stay out late. For awhile we had "movie" night and every week Jill, Buffie and I would pick a different movie. Lordy they made me watch Srgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band oh how I hated it! I was always one for the new releases.
Now Fridays dont mean much of anything. Of course it means no homework for Derek but sometimes we pass out earlier on a Friday than the rest of the week.
Maybe when the boys are older ( a mantra we repeat around here often) we'll do dinner night or movie night or something once again.
2 comments:
ahhh good ol' McHenry...i have too many stories about that lovely stretch of road. --CK
I don't even remember Friday night. That used to mean it was a great party and I drank too much, now it means it was so uneventful that I don't remember what we did. Sad. We are very old.
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