Fries on Friday mean you have stopped eating fries every day of the week, even every other day. Fries on Friday mean eating fries only on Friday, and your chef is thrilled about your new lease on life.
Fries on Friday mean you are slightly hung over from drinks on Thursday night out with someone who is actually “smart.” Smart is not a term you use often to describe people in these parts. As it turns out, he is from D.C. Figures, right? But that’s what happens when you only eat fries on Friday.
Fries on Friday mean you have given up on ever hearing from a guy you kind of wondered if you should actually WANT to hear from again. Thanks to having those fries only on Friday, a sense of relief ensues, albeit tinged with a kind of sadness.
Fries on Friday mean you meet up on Friday with your one girlfriend here, the one who is so not of the calibre of the friends you left behind in D.C., so much less so that you cry when someone tells you she is SO not your type of friend. Because she is your only friend here, and very much the reason you have a social life beyond her so-called unworthy friendship, you eat fries on Friday and just try to enjoy them for what they are.
Fries on Friday mean you suddenly have a full Saturday that revolves around a dog you cannot wait to walk, an appointment to get your nails done, a yacht to be briefly met for a BBQ, and a dinner with the “smart” guy.
Fries on Friday mean you are coming off one of most challenging weeks at work, along with one of the most soul-searching times in your life, and none of those who should realize this, realize this. Because there weren’t enough fries on Friday to go around, you guess.
Fries on Friday mean you ate just enough fries on Friday. And maybe that’s all it means.