Why I stayed in Friday night
Last night I had a tough decision to make: To go to Starbucks and work (after having already worked a 10 hour day doing paddocks at the barn and a full 8 hour shift at my job) or not.
Would you like to know what tipped the scales? The fact that if I stayed in I wouldn’t have to wear pants.
I’ve never inquired but I feel pretty good about operating under the assumption that Starbucks is very much a ‘no shoes, no shirt, no pants, no service’ kind of place. Plus I’m not sure how comfortable I’d be walking around “freebirding it”, to borrow a Southern male euphemism (not entirely correct in the situation I’ve outlined here, but I wanted to use it!). And then, how much work would I actually accomplish? Would it really have been worth it? I didn’t think so either.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am 26 years old and I went to bed at 8pm on a Friday night! Sad? sure. Pathetic? maybe. Well refreshed and ready to go the next morning? oh hells yeah!
I would like to know how many other people have sacrificed their Friday nights in lieu of pantlessness – or comfort, if you prefer.
Wave your hands in the air if you spent-your-Friday-night-at-home-with-ice-cream-and-wine-instead-of-ooooouuuuuuttttttt! heeeeee-eeeeeyyyyyy ooooooooo-ooooooooo!