So we went to Granite City for dinner, knocked back a couple tall beers (well, I just had one beer, since somebody had to drive, and Darren was the one who was bummed about having to work on a Friday night), and then we came home and watched the ever-soothing, Jake-oriented Day After Tomorrow.
What happens tonight, then, on the real Friday night? What's a girl to do?
Well, there's always knitting. That's a good one. (Although I just finished the cap I was making.)
Hmm. Um, gin is good (at least up to a point, if I'm knitting).
I suppose I could sip unflavored gelatin to strengthen my finger nails.
Hey, I could combine events and make gin jigglers! "Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle..."
Let's see...I could get an early start on my Christmas cards. Nah.
I could put on my leather chaps and go dancing with hordes of sweaty men. (If I had leather chaps and liked that scene.)
I should probably practice my runway skills for the charity fashion show I agreed to model in at work. (And no, that's NOT a joke, I'm afraid...) Too bad I don't have a DVD of Paris is Burning lying around to use as a guide.
Oh man, I totally forgot--tomorrow is the first of my company's tennis league sessions. Tennis with strangers. Oh deary dear. I feel anxiety creeping in just thinking about it... Could be worse, though. At least (P)Rick isn't playing tomorrow.
Whatever your plans for the night and weekend, I wish you all the very best.