Free on a Friday

It's Friday. I've been looking forward to this weekend only to realize that all I have is a stack of laundry and a bagful of quarters. No handsome date and not enough money to even catch a movie. I guess I just have to sit here all night, careful not to quickly down my last bottle of cheap table wine.

Maybe I should sip it slow while finding a lost soul like me in stupid chatrooms, so maybe we could at least "hang out" and have a Friday night "date." So when my coworkers ask me on Monday what did I do on the weekend, I can say "I had a date," and I can say it with a straight face knowing that I am not lying, albeit omitting the word "virtual."

It's another lonely Friday so far. This single life crap is getting boring. But I am not ready to give up my freedom just yet. At the moment, the beat of freedom may swing from rock to blues from time to time, but I still enjoy dancing to it no matter what.

Till next time.