Weekend Pep Talk – Go Forth, and Conquer!

Weekend Pep Talk.

So it was a very pleasant 83 degrees and you might’ve just enjoyed it. But unless you were lounging poolside with some fancy Sriracha-inspired suntan lotion, you had to work. Did you put in a pool this early in the season? Is this even early in the pool-building season? Or maybe you were in some murky ghost-office processing late-to-the-game tax returns? Are ghost-offices a thing, like offices that no one knows about that move around in the middle of the night?

I digress. The weekend is upon us like allergies, like the kind killing my nose and giving me reason to wipe out the Benadryl counter. So in mere hours, we go and conquer the night, and tomorrow we sit in our corner with Gus giving us a pep talk, aspirin, cold water and, if Gus loves us, a greasy little breakfast to get us back to fighting shape for round two.

You may be home tonight, resting off the afternoon whistle. If you’re my age, your liquid refreshment may take the form of a deep foot soak. But a lot of you are going out to seek your righteous glory in the concerts and the clubs. You, fair folk, are our conquerors.

It is undoubtable that you will bear the standard of the true weekend warrior. “Play Freebird” will never spill from your lips, nor will any “expert advice” to the DJ. No waitress will be ogled, no tip be withheld, and every part and parcel of “it” you will leave on the dance floor.

You are our gladiators. You are the bards passing on to us the songs and the revelry of what we missed, that by your very presence (and perhaps absence on Monday morning) you give us hope that the world is not an endless, sucking void; we just slept through all the supernovae.

So go out, paint the town red, and stop by the hardware store for more spray cans. Be kind, and don’t drink and drive. And really, tip your bartender.