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  • Writer's pictureSam Salerno

I got a Date


It's the most anticipated day of the week.

It's the one day of work that people actually look forward to, simply because it means they won't have to work the next day.

It's the anchor in the storm; the mental rock on which you stand in order to endure the hell of the work week.

It's like the last quarter lap of a mile long race.

It's like that best friend who you can always count on to encourage you to eat the rest of that Chipotle burrito you swear you can't finish.

In the words of the great Rebecca Black, my favorite artist of all time [...riiiiggghhhttt]:

It's Friday. Friday. Gotta get down on Friday. Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend. Friday. Friday. Gettin' down on Friday. Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend. Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin’' partyin' (Yeah) Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun. Lookin' forward to the weekend.

Blessed Friday.

The day where, like the windup toy I found at the toy store, you are free to let loose, "get down," catch up all on that "partyin'" you've missed out on, and have "fun fun fun fun."

It's gonna be nuts.

And in the spirit of Friday, I have a date.

It's been a long time coming, but I finally got the chance.

We're meeting at 10:30 and all we're going to do is sleep with each other. That's it. Sure it might be a little risque, but I'm throwing caution to the wind and just gonna roll with it.

So, Friday, thanks for this opportunity to let loose and party. I'll do you proud.

And to my warm, sweet, cozy bed: I've been dreaming of going on a date with you for a long long while, and I'm sorry that it's taken me this long to ask you. But it's officially Friday night. Let's party.


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