Friday Night Match Up…

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Another Friday Night and I Got Somebody.

I know, I am messing with the lyrics from Sam Cooke’s classic, Another Saturday Night And I Got Nobody…How I wish I had someone to talk to, I’m in an awful way, but a reworking of the lyrics and the contagious melody suits my immediate needs.

I was thinking. For 36 years I have had someone special to celebrate TGIF with.

It appears that our Friday Night activities tend to go in decade long cycles.

I wom’t bore you with the 36 year chronology of Friday nights, but briefly the past five years in Los Angeles we head to the bar at BOA Steakhouse in Santa Monica for a shaken not stirred ice cold Chopin martini prepared by the delightful, April.

Friday’s in New York City are spent at the bar at Amber with Amine and  the sushi generation special, a Ketel One martini (Amber doesn’t spring for Chopin) or cold sake.

In San Francisco, it was the bar at Bradley Ogden’s Lark Creek Inn, a Chopin martini and the bar salmon.

Now to the point of my story.

This past Friday night, while driving a tired and overworked husband to BOA, I realized how lucky I am to have a Friday night date that I actually like, enjoy talking to and throwing a few back.

Holy Match.com, that’s 36 years of never running out of conversation and not trying to offload this loser.

That’s 36 years of always wanting to go home with the same person…no temptations unless the NY Giants showed up during one of our Friday Night Dates.

How lucky am I?

36 years and never thinking is there someone better out there…I’m bored, this dude does not do it for me anymore. He’s out of shape, politically conservative, not well read, dresses as if he is still living in the ’80s, never helps with the kids or chores, leaves his underwear by the side of the bed and has aged like Gary Busey.

I wish some of the sports teams I support and suffer great emotional  distress with had 36-year long win streaks.

Friday Nights still light up my life and, in all honesty, the routine is charming.

I raise a icy cold Chopin martini to you, my amazing Friday night, 36-year long date.

One Comment

  1. Hallelujah!

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