Not shitty chocolate cake, either.
I mean, Friday nights aren’t that chocolate cake that you get in fancy restaurants and have to order 30 minutes in advance or anything, but still not shitty.
Not that I’ve been to a lot of fancy restaurants in the last twenty years. We did go to that Brazilian steak house where you get little stop and go cards and then gorge yourself on meat. Lots of delicious meat. And we went to a fancy place on vacation once.
It’s just not fun to go to places like that with Randy. The few times we’ve had dinner out and the bill for the two of us is a hundred dollars or more, he pouts over it for like three weeks.
But I digress.
Friday nights aren’t the fancy restaurant cake, that cake is like 3 day weekends. But Fridays are good chocolate cake made at the bakery where everything tastes like it was baked by baby angels riding on unicorns.
You can make a lot of comparisons between Friday nights and chocolate cake.
I don’t think anyone would disagree that the possibilities are endless…all of which I am going to tell you about right now. (That’s my vague homage to Jan Hooks. I loved Jan Hooks).
I have no idea how many ways chocolate cake compares to Friday nights. I haven’t even started thinking about that part yet.
Okay! I have one.
Chocolate cake is awesome and Friday nights are awesome. Am I right?
Another way they are alike is that when the work day ends, the greatness is in layers. Delicious layers of the knowledge that there are hours and hours between you and your cubicle. There’s a layer of creamy comforting goodness that washes over you when you numb your head with a nice bourbon or a book or a movie. Sometimes there are sprinkles and sprinkles are great no matter the situation.
They are alike in that there is always a promise that it might be great. Sometimes, you can see the most gorgeous chocolate cake and then it ends up being dry and mostly tasteless. Doesn’t that shit make you want to stab someone? But then, more often than not, it tastes kept promises and long, blameless naps on rainy days. Just like a Friday night, sometimes they suck, but almost always, they rock like frozen crazy.
Friday nights and chocolate cake are also alike because they are both better than the following:
- Being at work.
- Nearly overripe bananas.
- Sheets that have only been on the bed one other night.
- The movie that Randy is currently watching. (Albino Alligator)
- Little powdered donuts.
- Really pretty shoes that are also uncomfortable.
Randy changed the channel, he finally agreed that his movie sucked and now we’re watching Guy Fieri.
I got home early today because I had a doctor appointment this afternoon. Usually, I am just getting home at this time, instead I am already in my ‘love is a battlefield’ nightshirt and waiting for my baby boy to bring home our delicious dinner of take out pizza. It’s cold and rainy, so no deck time this evening. I don’t mind though, I can use an evening of watching bad TV with my big man in our nice cool cave of a bedroom.
It’s a great Friday night and I have chocolate cake. And blueberry pie ice cream.
I hope all y’all have a Friday night that’s as least as good as chocolate fondu and that awesome fudge that my grandma Daisy used to make.