Whatever Happened to Friday Nights?
I need to unlearn adulthood
It isn’t the gray hair, smile lines extending down my cheeks, popping knees, or not being able to do a backbend anymore that’s making me feel old. It’s Friday nights. They say as you age that old memories become more vivid than what you did yesterday. Based on how well I remember the Friday nights of my 20s, I really must be getting up there.