Fridays are a social construct. The only reason for the day’s inherent joy is because of the traditional workweek’s five-day structure, ending each Friday and bringing the fleeting freedom of a two-day respite from capitalistic monotony. For those of us on the rigid Monday-Friday schedule, the mere specter of Friday’s arrival is a motivating factor for leaving bed on the weekday’s other four installments. Then, when Friday does show its beautiful face, you’re met by the dreaded mental back-and-forth of wanting to use that freedom to actually accomplish things—socially, mentally, financially, what have you—or wanting to become a human buoy floating aimlessly through the weekend, waiting for a wave of excitement to push you along.
Mariners have one of those Fridays that starts out real mellow, gets fun for a sec, ends with early bed time
