Friday nights around here often mean Wayne's pizza, a glass of wine, and spending the evening relaxing in front of the TV. It's a great ending to the week, especially knowing I don't have to pick out clothes and iron them, get things ready for the next day, and then get up before light.
Friday nights have meant different things at different times of my life. It's always been the signal of the end of the week and two days of no school. In Junior High it was often Skating night. Depending on where we were skating, it was also sometimes Go-Cart night. High School brought Friday night football games (the sound of the drumline on a Friday night still makes my feet start tapping) and usually going out for pizza afterwards. When football season was over, Friday nights were nights to go to the movies or gather for a party - just hanging out with friends. In college the football games were on Saturdays so Friday nights were party nights. For many years, Fridays were "it's the end of the week, let's relax" nights. During Catherine's late Elementary School and Middle School years, every other Friday night meant a race to pick her up at school and get her to Tallahassee to board a plane to go see her dad. On the weekends she was with me, we often went to get ice cream or went to the drive-through at Taco Bell (for me) and Arby's (for her) and then went home, put on jammies, crawled into bed to eat dinner and watch a movie and talk. Catherine's high school years brought Friday night football back into our lives - I thoroughly enjoyed being a Band Mom!
Friday nights are full of promise - the end of a week and two days off.
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