It’s Okay To Stay In on Friday Night

Because:

Your bed. Do you realllly want to rest your heels on 3 inch sticks for hours? Hell naw. Your bed is like this sweet marshmallow cup of comfort and joy and unconditional love. Your bed wants nothing more than to make you feel good. I call my bed the pleasure pallet. It’s true. The pleasure pallet of COMFINESS I WANNA BE IN YOU ALL NIGHT BBY.

Maybe you want to pick up a book or act like you’re going to pick up a book. Just move the book from your shelf and place it next to you. That’s it. That’s all. Reading. Yeah. Go ahead and use this night to bust out a Sarah Dessen novel. This Lullaby Dream Truth Forever or whatever. They’re great. The dudes are always artists or musicians or something making sculptures and climbing in windows and talking on roofs for hours. I live for that shit on a Friday night in.

Maybe you want to watch a movie or three. Start with something that will make you cry. Trust me on this. It could be anything, maybe it’s not even sad I don’t know what makes you cry. Any Pixar movie should do the trick. I went to see Brave and I could barely keep it together in the theater because she and her mom were fighting and she turned her mom into a bear and then ughhh she regretted it BECAUSE SHE’S JUST A KID WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MARRY HER OFF? Next, move on to something light-hearted and fun and flirty girl taking control of her life. Her fiancee has called off the wedding and she’s all depressed and sad puppy dog. But then she decides Hey, maybe I’ll open my own French bistro! Then Josh Duhamel or Hugh Dancy will come to my shop and we will hate each other at first but that’s only because there’s so much sexual tension there and then we’ll fall in love. It’ll be great. Love my life! So yeah, now that you’re on a ‘true love is real’ high, you need to tone things down a bit. Drama. Drama. Drama. Something directed by Martin Scorsese. Something with lots of gunfire, but maybe a little romance too. Something starring Mark Wahlberg or Leo DiCaprio. Something where your favorite character probably dies.

You can wear whatever you want. Pants are not optional at a bar. Pants are always optional at home. Your giant March of Dimes t-shirt that you got hair dye all over is not exactly something you can wear up in da club. But when you’re sprawled out on the couch watching Say Yes to Dress episodes you’ve seen twice already, that outfit is on point. Those sweatpants you’ve worn so much that there’s a hole in the crotch? That ain’t even sexy. Wear them always and forever.

You don’t have to look good. Oops did you just spill oreo milkshake down your chin, neck, chest? Is it lost in your bra (oh while we’re at it, take the bra off) somewhere? Who cares! Leave it, you might want it later. Just kidding, that’s gross. Oh shit, you just rubbed your eye and forgot that you decided to put on eyeliner this morning. Let the smudge be. No one’s around to see you look like you got punched in the face. You’re delightful in every way. You’re a goddess.

Maybe you don’t feel like being social and want to drink in peace. I’ve made it no secret that I am not the most social person and I love to have a glass or bottle (LOL) of wine with myself. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy going out, too, but sometimes I’m just like screw it I’m not in the mood to bully my way to the bar or scream, “WHAT DID YOU SAY YOUR NAME WAS AGAIN?” over loud music. So sit back, relax, and git crunk…all in your humble abode.  This isn’t something a loser or depressed person does. This is something that a smart person does. Thank you. Peace and blessings. Yes, I said git crunk.

Me and my cat getting buck in here last Friday night.

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “It’s Okay To Stay In on Friday Night

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s