Things 20somethings Look Forward to on Friday

1. Your couch. Well, I mean my couch at least. By Friday I’m usually so hungover from weekday happy hours that all I want to do by the end of the day is lay on my couch with a bag of chips and a good TV show. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be a good TV show, reruns of basically anything will suffice (Family Guy, Two and Half Men, Suite Life of Zach and Cody,ext ). And the sad thing is that my happy hours don’t last past 9:00 p.m., 9:30 maybe if it’s a real wild night, and yet I still wake up hungover. It’s like I’m old or something. College-me would think I’m so pathetic.

2. Casual Day! It’s depressing how excited I am every Friday when I get to wake up and put on JEANS! Jeans in the office?! You betcha. It feels so wrong it has to be right. I’ll admit, I was a bit taken back at first when I saw my coworkers in jeans rather than office attire, it was like seeing a teacher in public. But now I’m completely used to it and look forward to seeing what they choose as their casual attire to express their own personal style. You can tell a lot about someone by what they choose to wear on a Friday.

3. Not having to wake up early tomorrow. Hands down, every single Friday morning I drag my ass out of bed I think to myself, “I’m sleeping in forever tomorrow.” And this little thought motivates me to get up, shower (kidding) and get ready in hopes Saturday is lurking close by. But the sick joke is that every Saturday I wake up by 8:00 a.m. anyway. Thanks internal alarm clock, you’re a real asshole.

4. Splurging on lunch. By Friday I am so sick of all of my nasty salads and lunch meat and frozen food in the office fridge I typically splurge and let myself go out to eat. Sushi? Soup and dare I say sandwich? Pizza even oh my! The possibilities are endless on a Friday when I’ve got the hungover munchies and feel the need to eat all day long just to keep myself from going coo coo.

5. Staring out my window. On Fridays I tend to give myself a little extra day dream time where I just sit and look out my window for moments on end letting my mind go wild on anything I want. Sometimes I think about flying, or vacations, or peanut butter cookies, Selena and Justin, being a pop star, if my kid will be a pop star, if I can stop chewing my nails someday how pretty they’d be, if the people in the building across the river are looking at me, what their job is, do they like their job, what if Judd Apatow asked me to join his writing team, is Justin really a baby daddy, I hope not.

6. Not hearing the song “And if I Die Young” on the radio. So far so good… I swear to God if I can get through this workday without hearing that song I might celebrate by listening to “Party Rock” the whole way home. And then I shall jump in front of a train.

7. Drinking. By late afternoon I’m done being hungover and I’m ready for a drink. Or four. I’ll be realistic and know that after two or three drinks I’m going to be pretty damn tired and will want my couch again. So I’m not going to show off here and say I want ten drinks. A crowded loud bar sounds awful. Three or four drinks is just what I would need to get a little buzz, let my self control go so I can binge on French fries and a burger and then make my way home to my couch and probably be sound asleep by 11. I’m not boring, I’m worked. Screw you.

8. 5:00. I look forward to this more than the homeless people look forward to a Sharpie. More than Zoey Deschanel looks forward to lisping, or Kris Humphries releasing his honeymoon tape, or my coworker talking to her nine different friends a day telling the same dramatic story time after time. 5:00 is all I wait for. I need it. I need my 5:00 fix.