Call Me Strange - 14.12.2006
Call me strange, but i hate friday's. I've hated friday for a long time now now. I suppose it all started about 7 or 8 years ago. I went away for a weekend with my girl, and all of our friends. On friday night, of a four day weekend, she dumped me, and somehow managed to turn all of our friendsto her side of the "great Divide". I bet you can imagine what a great weekend that turned out to be, all because of friday night...
Now, the great divide. We all know about it. It makes up about 40% of all lesbian break ups. You can go either way, to the side where people are never really sure if you've actually seperated, or to the great divide. That time where you never talk ever again, you may have to stand in a room together, but you'd rather stare at the wall than acknowledge the presence of your ex...
So that was when friday started to suck.
The next few years were my DD years. I was working two jobs, and leading a youth group, and trying not to be single. On friday's i'd start work at 6am. Job 2 started at ten thirty. Then youth group was from 4-7. Back to work from 8 to 12. Midnight hit and like all my friends, and half of Sydney, i'd be straight to Caesars. I don't know how I managed it every week, but i was always there by 1am. This was of course acheived by driving - hence the designated driver... I'd party, sober, till about three, but having been up since five in the morning i was dead on my feet by then. I'd go and sleep in the car, only to be woken at closing time to drive my friends home - way out west... Yet i never learned. I was always out on friday night, and always asleep till mid afternoon Saturday.
Somwhow through all of this i found myself a girlfriend, a wife, a beautiful woman to spend all my time with. Then friday became football night. That time of year when i wouldn't even bother asking if she wanted to go out on friday because the answer was always No, footballs on...
Yearskept rolling by and i have no really great "out on friday" stories. Another nasty breakup, on a monday this time, and 2 miserablefailures of realationships - both ending on friday's, and again i meet a beautiful soul. I could see myself falling for this one, hard and fast, and i didn't even want a safety net.
But like the worst cliche, it was too good to be true. So that brings me to my latest miserable friday. Last week. The week i had to say goodbye to thosegentle hands, those soft lips, that sea blue gaze that i loved getting lost in. The playful teasing on the dance floor, with my belt tying her hands behind her back. Those final touches, so bittersweet, brought tears to my eyes, because i knew it was goodbye, and i'm still not ready for it, even after it's happened.
I've been thinking about going into hibernation every friday, and with a history like that wouldn't you?. But if i do that then they'll never get any better.
So.
I'll be out, and Out, this friday, every friday, somewhere in Sydney, looking for a story to change friday's forever. Come find me and we can write a new story together.
