Fryday

"Everyone gets 'fried' on 'Fry'day!"   -Boone Barton.
Get 'em, Boone.

But it is Friday, and the heart of the sentiment still holds true: love it 'cause it's Friday!  I've always been a massive fan of Fridays.  In all of my school years since 3rd grade, the moment school let out on Friday, I would be singing a song.  Loud and proud, audible and rememberable.  More often than not is was this little James Brown ditty you may have heard before.  I would do this to commemorate the moment-to hold it up to it's own glory and give it the joy I was feeling.  But there was a dark, masochistic reason as well.  Come 4pm on Sunday, when the Sun started thanking you for the excellent day and pulling on it's windbreaker to head home, a cloud of depression would begin to form in my blood.  The leaves halted their brilliant reflection of light from the sky, the cars were now zooming home instead of to their chosen festivities, and shitty shitty network television began it's weekly alarm that Yes: the weekend is over.  I would sulk and cry under a chair in the living room or on my bed in private as I cursed the weekend for it's tease.  "I am fortune's fool!" the bellow would tumble from my latched quarters.  And all the while, I would reflect back on that soulful JB moment and look upon my old Friday-self with disgust.  "You don't know how good you had it, Salazar..."  I've since grown up and matured, but that's not to say I haven't crafted my adult versions of this exact tradition.  These days it's virtually the same save for the abundance of alcohol, the absence of Skittles and the lack of 4-hour basketball games with Mark and Marco.

So take that with you today, heathens.  Mark your territory in time and space with a message of love and enthusiasm whenever you feel it necessary.  And use that as an anchor whenever a Great Sunday comes to stain your fabric.  Or, conversely, torture yourself with your temporary flare up of positivity like I used to.  Whatever you want to do, I will support you with all my heart.

And now, WE SKA!!!

-LS^2