How Friday Nights Are Like Chocolate Cake


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).ย 

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 awesomeย andย 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.ย (Albino Alligator)
  • Little powdered donuts.
  • Cheetos.
  • 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.



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  • Sounds like you have the perfect Friday night plan worked out ๐Ÿ™‚ I am getting ready to leave work, so who knows what awaits me…but it ISN’T work. That’s all that matters right now.

    Blueberry pie ice cream? Fruit, dairy=healthy, right?

  • Enjoy, I shall drink a toast in honour of you having a great relaxing weekend.
    Mine is already at stress level 12, but hey ho.
    Albino alligator? Even the title sucks ๐Ÿ™‚
    Won’t be checking that one out then. I’ve now got a weird picture of a white chocolate giant alligator in my head, which would be really sickly and horrible.
    Blurgh, I’ll just wash that taste out of my imagination with a nice swig of bourbon

  • I am completely and TOTALLY doing a Friday night is like chocolate cake. I’ve been working at our apartment complex leasing office this week and I need a bit of down time to regroup. I have piles and piles of blogging work to do – but all I have been able to think about for the past 4 hours are my comfy sweats and fuzzy socks, a glass of wine, and a marathon of Supernatural on Netflix – which I started last night and I’m bound and determined to finish Seasons 6, 7, 8, and 9 before Monday morning. Oh, and read three books too. Which I probably won’t get either done if I drink the gallon of wine I’m about to go buy.

  • My Friday night sucks so hard compared to yours. I usually hate Friday nights because I’m so freaking tired I can barely stay awake until the little kids are in bed and half the time I fall asleep in their room trying to get them to stay in bed.
    Sad to hear about Jan Hooks, she was so young.
    Way to plan a great Friday night and make a comparison I would never have even tried! Hope the whole weekend is cake-y.

  • Since switching jobs it’s been heaven to enjoy Friday nights again and not have to worry about working all day Saturday. So yeah, Friday nights are definitely as good as a good chocolate cake and since it’s a three day weekend in Canada, this one is like chocolate cake with a coconut center.

  • It’s Friday night — and I’m sitting here eating chocolate cake (from the grocery store, if you can believe it). So, in my case it’s not just a simile — Friday night is actually chocolate cake — and it’s friggin delicious!

  • Friday night is like chocolate cake, and also like live four-part harmony vocals with three women and a man that are currently being sung in the performance space in our building, just loud enough to hear if you listen, but not loud enough to get on your nerves…

  • YEAH for friday and chocolate cake!
    now i’m going to make a chocolate cake because the 2nd best is saturday with cake.
    i work from home now but i remember that 5pm friday night thing! temporarily as giddy as kid on the last day of school.

    my ritual in my single girl life. would be walk in.
    music. make a white russian. light candles. long bubble bath. just fantastic.

    hope you have a fabulous weekend! x+o

  • Our Friday was a bit more Doritos than chocolate cake. Everyone was a bit crunchy and salty from a long week. We all wanted to share and we couldn’t just have one so we snuggled close to the bowl and watched a movie. I guess it have a chocolate cake after taste ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • See, if you were here in Canada, you’d be getting fancy restaurant chocolate cake with extra fancy chocolateness, because…it’s Thanksgiving weekend here! Hurrah for 3-day weekends! And Friday nights when your kid comes home from college! And you get to eat pumpkin pie with real whipped cream that doesn’t even know what a can is, let alone live in one.

    Oh. Sorry. Have a great weekend! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Happy Thanksgiving Karen! Hope you’re having a great celebration! Our Thanksgiving comes in a few weeks and I am so looking forward to it! Enjoy those homemade pumpkin pies!

  • Friday night was really great. I substituted wine for dinner. Paid for it this morning though. But here’s to a chocolate cake like weekend (and I have Monday off too!)! ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Love is a battlefield shirt. Now I have that song stuck in my head.

    *We are YOUNG. No one can tell us we’re WRO-O-ONG. *

    Actually, it’s kind of a good thing. ๐Ÿ™‚

    And I love your Friday night scene.

  • What’s with the Cheetos hate? Big ole pile of Cheetos and an ice cold (non diet) Dr. Pepper? Oh, oh…or better yet, Mr. Pibb. Pure chemically goodness. Not a bit of it a color you can find in nature.
    Although, chocolate cake is better.

  • Oh yes, this: “They are alike in that there is always a promise that it might be great.” And when a beautiful-looking slice of chocolate cake ends up being icky, I do get stabby.

    Thanks for setting of a wicked craving with me. It’s Tuesday — far from Friday — and I have no chocolate in the house!

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