Friday Freakout..

Young, upwardly mobile....the hip, chic, "in" crowd people....hardworking college kids....not so hardworking college kids....your neighborhood working class folk....your neighborhood white collar folk....

What do they all have in common?

The Friday Freakout Fenom (or Phriday Phreakout Phenom if you will)..the need to freak out on Friday night.

As referenced in an earlier post (look at the second photo in that link)....there are quite a few of us who live for the weekends, present company included. And we make grandiose plans to ____ ______(fill in your choice of favorite regular weekend activity).

And then boy, we go out and get wasted on a Friday night.....and the domino effect is just begun....and voila..in a short span of just two days and three nights, your weekend is history, but your hangover and an unfinished chore (see above blank for your chore!) are the present...and yes...Mr Monday Morning Blues just came by to say Hi..

It is one thing to get out and hang out on the town with friends and family or whatever else it is that floats your social skirt...but it is totally another thing to get drunk and wasted...and that thin line that separates the two is possibly the most violated line in the world this side of the signal stop line.

As Bill (Cliff Huxtable) Cosby so humorously put in his early 80s standup performace at Toronto (available on DVD) the violators, quite often end up acquainting themselves with the toilet seat..

Quite often too, civility gets kicked right out of the window as well...its no small wonder that the cops are generally busiest on Friday nights....

Now, I am gonna doff my pontificating hat, and confess to one thing though......
there is something hilarious and amusing in the sight of an out of control drunk embarrassing himself/herself or in the "conversations" between two seriously drunk people....its a pity though there are so few people around to see it...because most everyone is quite like that person....too drunk to know..or getting there. And that doth make me the one-eyed man in a land of blind people...

As they say in the Gangetic plains...phir milenge (see ya later)