Saturday Night

I was told to come out, I said no, the retort was "Dude, it's Saturday night" to which prompted me to ponder on the meaning of the nature of time being "Saturday night"

Its a feeling like no other,

the day I have been waiting for

the only day I wake up too, and it has

a certain feel too. Saturday morning

is not like the morning of the other days.

Its waking up late, not worrying about nothing

knowing you got something to do tonight with friends

 

But the night comes, Saturday Night is an event. It

is a celebration, it's a ritual. Something has to be done

its like catching a fever, and your looking for your rest, your

thermometer, your pills, your food, your medicine lies out

with friends, at a party, a get together. any activity will

suffice to sweat out that Saturday Night rush.