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.
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14 responses to “What Fries on Friday Really Mean”
You want fries with that?
Maybe you should stop hanging out with that girlfriend – it sounds like she deserves more than to be spoken about in that way.
I’ve been reading your blog for quite a while and really enjoy it. I’m sorry it your having such a hard time while you’re still trying to adjust to a completely new life. However, even if you have no friends physically with you, you still have people out here in la-la land that wish you were feeling better! If writing makes you feel better, maybe you could try working on writing a short story…
You normally speak so nicely of people, and then I read today’s blog and am shocked. Maybe it’s the other way around, and she feels sorry for you, and you are not her usual caliber of friend…….. not so nice now.
Kim–Right about now, I am sick of the fries.
Vickie and Jane–I can always tell when my writing is inexact and suffering, because what I meant is not conveyed at all.
Vickie–The point is, she has been incredibly nice and thoughtful toward me, and included me in a lot that has led to my meeting other people. She is flighty and parties more than I can keep up with, but her heart is in the right place. What was hurtful, was to have someone else tell me how unworthy she was as a friend, as a person. She is my only friend here, and while she may not seem so great to others, she is a good friend to me. Does that make sense?
Jane–Vickie thinks she shouldn’t be my friend. You think I spoke ill of her. Again, another indication that my writing was far from clear. She’s my friend. I cried when I had to defend her, and then cried some more missing my friends back home. Maybe calibre was the wrong word. She’s just nothing like any friend I’ve ever had. I know her limitations, and I am okay with them, and very much okay with the friendship she has extended to me.
Jessie–Thank you for understanding Friday’s post. I am kind of tired of this roller coaster, and tired of the lows. Yes, writing does make me feel a lot better. Instead of a short story, however, I have got some great ideas for writing a screenplay of RG–the movie. Not really kidding 🙂
So who do you see playing your life story? Kim Basinger, Cate Blanchette, Penelope Cruz?
Hang in there RG. Glad to hear about the dog, sounds like a good move for you.
I’m SO confused. Your friend. If you know and recognize her limitations, then she can only be a positive influence on your life right now. That can’t be too bad, can it? So enjoy. She may however be MORE than you thought, and that can’t be bad, either. So maybe you need to tell Vicki to mind her own business? Unless Vicki is also your friend? If you need friends right now, and I sense that you do, then you need to be taking a chance on more of them, not fewer.
Kim–Whomever makes me look the best!
Tinker–She’s all that. Vicki just read my post one way, and Jane another. As I said, that means my writing was pretty weak in this post–even you are confused! Bottom line, she’s a nice girlfriend, even if others around question her as a friend to me because we are so different. When someone was particularly pointed in voicing his opinions to me about her, it sent me into a quick tailspin of sadness, making me realize how much I miss my DC pals and how empty my life here can often feel.
RG, believe me, things improve considerably once the snow disappears up North and the biggest a-holes return to their lair. I never understood how people could be so unhappy while staying in ‘paradise’. Maybe being away from those they know lets them reveal their real, ugly personality. It happens here in the Panhandle too, but to a smaller degree.
Ali–Thank you. And the dog is fantastic, if not a little crazy like her owner.
Ex-RM–One thing I am already really getting weary of: the hang up when I am still talking to someone on the phone, reconfirming their information. They just hang up on me mid sentence. Seriously. It’s an even nicer touch when they hang up by slamming the phone down. I guess if I owned a business and these horrible people filled my coffers during the season, I would be more tolerant. Given I am not one of the owners of my place, um, I despise the seasonal ones.
I forgot to congratulate you on curbing your fry eating. It can be tough especially when you are under stress, which you seem to be. Good work. Uh, unless it means you quit eating entirely, that’s not good either.
Ouch! These comments are getting harsh. I’m not so sure they merit a response from you actually. You don’t have to justify your writes on your own blog! If it were me, I would simply let those comments flow and attribute them to my writing style. Then I would delete them LOL. But that’s just me.
Quit eating fries period…they go right to your ass. 🙂
Fuck’em if they can’t take a joke.
I’m with Upset Waitress on this one! 😉