What’s it like to be alone on Friday night?Posted: September 14, 2012
The rain of Fall is drizzling down
a sullen glaze upon the ground
I walk and brisk beneath umbrella
with purpose though with daylight
I avoid events in dark
only to my social self,
craving the music and celebration,
meeting people, scant libation
though all the summer clothes
upon my bed
will doubtless be sorted
and stored instead,
so next time you go night-tripping,
so I may instead write
the poetry of
a cheery night.
Hi everyone. I hope you’ve had a happy week. Lo and behold, and oh so quickly, Friday night has come. I have turned down dates, like a fool, most likely, but I don’t feel like going out with guys just to have someone to go out with if I really can’t see myself with that someone. Does that make sense? I’m choosing to be alone, I suppose. Usually I don’t mind. I have all sorts of plans for the rest of the weekend, by myself and with friends. There is just something about Friday night… it’s traditional date night, even for my married friends, unless they are going to the kids’ football or soccer games, or having a family pizza and movie night…
So yes, I’m sorting summer clothes and getting out fall and winter sweaters and trench coats. (Isn’t That exciting!?) And then, I’ll cozy up with a good book. Yes, I do acknowledge I’d much rather be cozying up with a good man.
All good things in time!
So are you alone tonight? By choice? Or by … unfortunate circumstances? Either way, how’s it feel and what are you doing?
Have a good weekend–there is still a lot of weekend left after Friday night!