The single girl’s weekend. The freedom, the joy The fun days.
As it is fun Friday what better excuse could there be for a Joe Jackson song to remind us of past fun days.
At fifteen I would put this album on while I was getting ready to go out on a Friday night. I had a paper route back then. Mr Chambers paid us all on a Friday. The same day my father was paid and he always took my pocket money out of his wallet for me. I was one of the lucky ones growing up, both my parents were working. In exchange for doing housework after school, I also got pocket money from my mum.
Heady days. Rich days. Glorious days.
Fun Past
I would meet up with my friends at the youth club. According to my parents that was where I spent the night. Lemonade and orange juice, coca cola, or dandy lion and Burdock were the starting point. I had credibility the following day when I told my parents that was my tipple and the place I was.
Of course it was not. A child does not lie to a parent if they fail to tell the whole truth.
My boys were an exception to that rule! 😁
After a few soft drinks we girls were ready. Three of us. A minimum of three always the essential ingredient for a night out. It gave freedom for one of you to have some fun with a man and not abandon your friend.
We could not go to any of the local pubs; my parents also went out on Fridays and could visit any of them. Chelly (Michelle) and Susie’s fathers would also frequent their local. We would catch the bus and head for the town. I would say you got a better class of male in the town, but it was untrue.
Mostly they were older, but more importantly they did not go to the school. You certainly do not want a reputation as a sexual being. That brings them all to your door. Both the experienced and the desperate. I do not know which is worse. The desperate are a laugh, they fumble and fall – especially over their words. The experienced – remember I am talking about schoolboys – want to move fast, they are only interested to get at your pants.
I liked the desperate more. They were easier to control.
The better-looking confident boys always expected you to be grateful for their attention. Their hands would wander when they kissed you.
Fridays were not pulling nights. We would consume a few drinks, laugh a lot at those things that always made us laugh -but were funnier after a few. We would kiss the boys, often make tentative arrangements for Saturday night, but Fridays were for the girls.
Fun Present
When I was married Fridays were more for the girls. Different friends than my school friends – like me got married and our lives drifted away – but the rituals were the same. Meeting up, catching the bus or taxi into the town. Drinking far more than I did when I was a school girl simply because I did not have to hide drunkenness anymore.
Children made the ritual less of a regularity. That always left me with a little sadness to amplify my hangover on a Saturday morning.
Away from them, the divorcee out for action but in a town where no one knew my name. (dare I search you tube for the Cheers theme – yes but I will not.) Getting into that Friday habit was difficult. The rule of three a dam on my ambition.
Making new friends becomes a herculean labour past a certain age. My guess would be thirty. When I read Medular’s last piece I understood the thrust of what she was saying. I do not consider myself the introvert, I am vivid in the way I look, speak and dress. I easily talk to others. But the first job I attained in the new town the females were either my age (?) or young students earning weekend money.
I tried to engage with the young ones, but although they were friendlier with me than my age appropriate cohorts, they still were not interested in joining me on a night out. Those my age were all seriously married women with their own friend circle. Women are nothing if they do not click.
After a few weeks of drinking wine and the constant flicking through channels on a Friday, I decided to be a three on my own. The rules of youth no longer applied.
Little steps. Add those together and you get strides. Yes, I met men before I found my females. But it was worth it. My circle has expanded. When we want a night out, it is easy to find a three. And it helps if one is happily married, you know they will not be looking to kiss the boys.
Tonight is the night for Gina, Dais and I to hit the town. Friday at the end of the month and the pay has hit the bank account. Fun times are a head. Dais is married and be our rock, Gina and I are now both single girls and we really do not want a ring on it. We just want our girls and maybe there are a couple of single men out there for us pretty girls to hunt.
Be happy. Be flirty. Be you. It is fun time Friday, the Ultimate day of the week.
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