Thursdays

What a busy morning this has been so far. A link to our application was down and I wasted a lot of time talking to an idiot who didn't know anything. Should have know better than to call there. Finally I talked to the right people, who already knew it was a problem, and they're working on it. Oh well, we live and learn.

It's so exciting that the sun is coming up earlier and earlier. I mean, it's 6:40am and all of a sudden I can see outside. Spring is here!

I was thinking on the way to work today how excited I used to get about Thursdays when I was in high school. It was the best day of the week for me. Just before the weekend and I knew we wouldn't be doing anything on Friday at school. So Thursday was a day to really work but also to get excited about doing nothing over the weekend. Even in college, Thursdays were the beginning of the weekend. Autumn and I had our Thursday ritual for quite awhile. We would drink beer at Jazz, a restraunt/bar that had live jazz music. Eventually, Autumn would have had enough to drink so that I could convince her to go to the dance club with me. (She would never let me drag here there if she were sober.) We would go to Liquid 2000 because it was free on Thursdays, the drinks were cheap, and that's where EVERYONE went on Thursday night. In a little town like Lubbock, it's important to go to the popular places on the popular nights unless you want to be dancing alone. This Thursday night ritual went on for a long time until one night Jazz sucked. So we went to Liquid early. Liquid sucked so we tried a new bar called Clousseau's. Clousseau's wasn't that new but it was new to us. It was the snotty bar where people dressed up and drank martinis. I practically had to drag Autumn kicking and screaming into the bar with me. Then something crazy happened. We LOVED it. Suddenly our Thursday ritual turned into going to Clousseau's ALL the time! Every once in awhile I would mix it up by sneaking off to Liquid by myself to dance a bit but I always ended back up at Clousseau's. Then before we knew how it happened or even had time to look up from our constant drunken state in our personalized bar stools, Clousseau's was our only ritual...our home away from home. I miss that. And I don't.