Fridays

I miss Fridays at Seabury. Despite having Friday classes EVERY term (even one on Friday afternoon, the last term of my senior year!), I felt brighter on Fridays. I'd walk to Peet's to read, and then cleaned the apartment. It's not too hard to clean a space that small! I'd swiff the floors with a sort of monastic attitude, feeling that cleaning floors was a blessed kind of work. Then I'd light a stick of incense in the clean space, and anticipate going to the chapel for Evening Prayer as the sky turned from shades of dark pink to all dark.

Friday Evening Prayer never was well attended, so the "regulars" created a special bond. The service provided more of a meditative atmosphere as things out in the cloister grew quieter and quieter.

Then, sometimes we'd go to dinner, at places that I still miss. Ah, Lulu's...

Here at home, we also have Friday evening traditions. We enjoy homemade (usually, but not necessarily always) pizza, crack open some vino, and watch a movie. Tonight, we'll watch a Poirot DVD, one of the very few we haven't seen in that series.

What do others do on Friday evenings? I'm just curious.