Today began like any other day. The sun rose and my alarm went off. What separates today from any other day, though, is something that I’ve looked forward to all week: Friday.
Friday is a day in a special category of its own. What makes Friday great is the culmination of the work week. It represents a changing of the guard: the work week ends and the weekend begins.
It’s been a long week and there’s a good chance I’ll mail it in today, as many of my colleagues and undoubtedly, many of you fine people also do. As the caffeine from my coffee hits the bloodstream, my mind is off wandering in a faraway place. My weekend docket is already full with thoughts of March Madness just around the corner (Let’s Go Mountaineers). I have a beer league hockey game tonight, which means some quality parking lot drinking for the 4th Period. Even though my neighbors will probably be working on their house in the morning, I’m sleeping in tomorrow. Above all, I can’t wait to get home and drink a beer.
To me, the weekend starts the second you close the office door and head out into the world. The entire drive home, all I can think about breaking free from the shackles of my business casual, putting on some gym shorts and one of my hundred ex-fraternity/bar/band/white t-shirts and cracking open a cold one.
Like the lighting of the Olympic Torch, the first Friday drink after work is like a ceremonial beginning to the weekend. It represents optimism and freedom, a reprieve from office life, if only for a few days. It could be the start of the best weekend you’ve ever had; a quiet, relaxing weekend filled with trips to the hardware store or freestyle it. Whatever lies ahead for your weekend, you’ve paid the price of adulthood and stayed (mostly) sober all week. You’re the master of your own domain. I’ll probably get drunk and try not to get thrown out of either of my hockey games, but I don’t want to box myself in to a corner and make promises that I may or may not be able to keep.
As I sit here writing this, the anticipation is killing me. As of 10:10 a.m. Eastern Standard Time, I still have the majority of my workday ahead of me. Earlier this week, I picked up a build-your-own six pack. I’ve finished it off all but one, and I’ve been saving the final one for this very afternoon. I knew Mother Nature was going to throw me a curveball with a few inches of snow, so the beer I’ve been saving is a Pecan Pie Chocolate Stout from Ocean City Brewing Company. Stouts pair with snow and cold weather like peas and carrots and since spring is about here, it will be my last cold weather stout until next fall.
The First Drink of the Weekend doesn’t have any limits and neither should you. Make your first drink a cocktail, a mixed drink, a beer you’ve never had, a shower beer or head straight to happy hour and drink in your monkey suit. When I reflect on the glory days of grad school, I can’t help but feel sentimental. Nostalgia sets in when I think about my favorite bar. You know the one, where drink specials seem completely catered specifically to your needs.
Friends, please join me today as we stand on the precipice of the weekend. If you were on the fence about going out, drink a beer about it and let the weekend take you into its warm embrace. I’ve always noticed that the booze tastes best after a hard fought week, just like it does after getting your sweat on at the gym or doing some yard work. You owe it to yourself to take a walk on the wild side; the only wrong way to do it is to not do it at all..