A Date

Monday trudged into the pub. Friday was at the bar already (which was altogether appropriate since he was the owner and bartender-in-chief). He greeted her with a cheery wave and a thumbs-up sign. Yikes! Why people would stick their thumb up, she could never understand. Such an unbearably positive gesture. She nudged Tuesday with her shoulder as she settled down next to him. "So how have you been?" he asked. He was the most business-like of the 5 of them. No greeting, no smile, ice-breakers of all sorts were eschewed. She kind of liked that. "The usual" she replied with resigned gloom. Her head was aching, she was completely disoriented, she looked like she had just dragged herself out of bed and stumbled out of her house (which was a very close approximation of what she had done). She looked around at the familiar faces of Wednesday and Thursday. There was some comfort in routine. In an endlessly cheerless life, where every day felt like all the grey in the world had leeched into it, there was something almost pleasant about the daily stop at Friday's (even if the interior was done up in ridiculously cheery colours). Wednesday grinned sympathetically at her. She and Wednesday always got along well. They were shopping buddies, Marvin fans and W could sometimes bring her periliously close to laughing. Often, it was the thought of making it to Wednesday that kept her going, through the daily trials and tribulations she had to face. "A rum and coke as usual?" Wednesday asked her. Monday nodded glumly. Thursday piped up (in his ridiculously young voice), "I've got a new plan. Guys, wanna hear it?" He was the perpetual optimist, always expecting tomorrow to be the day everything would go right. He had an infallbile faith in the miracle that was waiting to happen, just around the corner. Monday shook her head. "Aww, c'mon you could just listen" he complained. Wednesday grinned at her again. Yup, it was almost nice, being right here in this place right at this moment. Monday settled herself down more comfortably. Friends made it all seem better.

Cautionary note (placed strategically at the end of the post): Felt it was about time to write about more serious things. This is to forestall all accusations that my posts are becoming too heavy! Flippancy is for the birds, one feels.