It’s Friday. I don’t have a regular, M-F, 9 to 5 job. It’s just another day.
Lots of people are like me now. People in what used to be very rigid walks of life now keep the schedule of a wino. The world is always a better place when it lets you reach your full potential without crushing you with obligation and stultifying rigidity. But sometimes you look longingly at people who can look at the clock on Friday at 4:55 and say Whoohoo!
Why the hell not dance anytime, anywhere? It’s Friday somewhere.
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Come on, Sippican. Everybody’s workin’ for the weekend.
oh my.
What’s with the pink shoes?
Don’t you just love to watch white people dance? It’s like watching a python eat a rabbit.
Me too, but here it’s Tuesday and I’m not in Belgium either. I think only about half the people who live around here even work, because stores and businesses are busy with shoppers and activity all the time, not just holidays – and the highway runs constantly, except Sunday mornings.