It’s Friday Night
In the early days, Joe and I would fight a lot on Friday nights. We were both tired by the week’s end, but had different ideas about how to chill out. A planner by nature, I wanted to preview the weekend. A drinker by nature, Joe wanted to shake martinis.
Friday was always Joe’s drinking night. He did not drink during the week or eat ice cream. Those two activities were reserved for Friday and Saturday night. I almost never drink or eat ice-cream, in case you were wondering.
I quickly learned to accept that while Joe may have married me for better or worse, he had no intention of playing Candyland or previewing Saturday’s chores on Friday nights.
Here is a page from my Friday night survival guide with Joe:
1. Friday night’s conversation should not go much deeper than, “Who should be the opening quarterback for the Bears on Sunday?” These kinds of riveting conversations worked well because I was always in complete agreement with Joe.
2. Encourage Joe to meet a friend at local dumpy on bar on Friday nights. This worked so well that I often considered setting up Friday night bar-dates for Joe.
3. Saturday chores and plans should never be a part of Friday night discussions.
4. Along those same lines, Friday nights are not a time to engage in conversations about your relationship or the exercise program you want to start as a couple.
5. It’s fine to go to bed and leave someone to drink alone. At a certain point, conversation with the television is all they need.
6. Cole learned early on that Friday nights are not “Daddy and Me” time. We don’t have to pay attention to our children all the time.
7. Dinner on Friday night should not require a lot of effort. We often ordered the usual pizza or ordered fish and chips from a local takey outey place.
8. Don’t agree to attend your friend’s children’s concerts or plays on Friday night. Traffic, little chairs … I put us through this once. It was not pretty.
9. Friday night sex … straight forward. Is it wrong for me to tell you that Friday night sex might sweeten Saturday’s honey-do list?’
Friday nights are different without Joe. I admit to sometimes leaving a martini shaker and a glass on the counter, you know, just for old times’ sake. Joe knows I always keep a bottle of vodka in the freezer.
Tonight was one of those nights where I could have sworn I heard Joe shaking a martini. I went into the kitchen and felt him say, “Hey, Katybeth has that moron been back to park in front of our house?”
Tell me, I am so curious, I can hardly wait to know…..How do you like to spend your Friday nights? Odd loves company!