Today is Friday, na na na na, na na na na na na na na na.
If you can put those “words” to music, you’ll understand what Fridays used to mean to me.
When I was in my early twenties, I worked with a guy who sang that silly song every Friday morning at the office. His name was Art. He smoked, he drank beer, he fished, and he loved his weekends. He also loved Fridays because they were the gateways to the days he loved the most.
I loved Fridays too. Back in the day, one great feature of Fridays was the anticipation of the partying that invariably took place on Friday nights. You just never knew who you might see or meet, or what you might end up doing on Friday night. Most of the daylight hours were filled with exciting anticipation for the approaching nightfall. My oh my.
Times change, however, and people change too. Now Fridays mean I can stay up an hour later and, if lucky, can sleep an extra hour on Saturday morning. They also mean, most times, dinner out. I could say that I’m filled all day Friday with exciting anticipation for the imminent nightfall. But I won’t say that. I will say that it’s nice to make it to Friday, and that having made it through another work week I like to celebrate by eating out and staying awake a bit longer at night.
Today is Friday, na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na!