{"id":902,"date":"2003-03-01T21:35:21","date_gmt":"2003-03-01T21:35:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/bologs\/vng\/s-a-t-u-r-d-a-y-night\/"},"modified":"2003-03-01T21:35:21","modified_gmt":"2003-03-01T21:35:21","slug":"s-a-t-u-r-d-a-y-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/s-a-t-u-r-d-a-y-night\/","title":{"rendered":"S A T U R D A Y  night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Saturday night &#8211; PARTY NIGHT!<br \/>\nMichele is out up the pub with Shiney and I&#8217;m sat here writing this. At home. On the computer (teapot). In the dark. On my own. On a saturday night.<br \/>\nHow sad am I ?<br \/>\nWell&#8230;.not very in fact. I actually enjoy it.<br \/>\nOne of the best things about being grown-up is the honesty we can afford ourselves. Many years ago the pressure to &#8220;go out and enjoy yorself&#8221; would have forced me to go out on a saturday night to somewhere I didn&#8217;t really want to be and drink too much.<br \/>\nNowdays I&#8217;m happy enough to stay at home and ignore those lying bastard voices in my head that tell me life is better up the pub on a saturday night. It isn&#8217;t, it never will be and never was&#8230;well probably. Saturday is the crappest night to go out &#8211; it&#8217;s amateurs night. All these twats come out who only go out one night a week. They don&#8217;t drink too much on normal week nights &#8211; only the weekend. For the professional drinker such as me, this is a pain in the arse. They get pissed, get stroppy and get depserate. Don&#8217;t get me wrong, I love going out up the pub. I do it a lot &#8211; but saturday nights can fuck right off. So many times I&#8217;ve gone up the pub, not because I wanted to, but because I thought I should. Each time it was ok&#8230;sometimes it was good&#8230;but then sometimes it was crap. Either way it would have been better, easier, and cheaper not to have bothered. That feeling like I was &#8220;missing out&#8221; used to tear me apart. Knowing that not going out I was missing out on <i>vital<\/i> social events felt harsh &#8211; until I realised that it makes not one sodsworth of difference. OK, I admit that when you are single it can make a difference &#8211; but then that is the point isn&#8217;t it ?  Isn&#8217;t that why we go to the clubs and pubs ?<br \/>\nFor men it&#8217;s the opportunity to get your feathers seen and (in an ideal world) spread your seed. For women it is the chance to choose the perfect sperm to breed with. Don&#8217;t you fucking dare call me sexist&#8230; we&#8217;re all animals. You may interpret flirting as &#8220;a bit of fun&#8221; or &#8220;making me feel attractive&#8221; but it all comes down to animal passions. We like to think we&#8217;re more sophisticated than that &#8211; but we&#8217;re not. People can intellectulise it all they like, but in reality it all reduces down to nature and reproduction. We&#8217;re no more in control of our actions than birds, dogs and monkeys.<br \/>\nHey look &#8211; I&#8217;ve had a couple of bottles of wine and am rambling. I&#8217;m sorry. Why not download some blakes 7, some funky tunes,light a scented candle, drink some wine, and drift off to sleep being stimulated by 4 out of 5 of your senses.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Saturday night &#8211; PARTY NIGHT! Michele is out up the pub with Shiney and I&#8217;m sat here writing this. At home. On the computer (teapot). In the dark. On my own. On a saturday night. How sad am I ? Well&#8230;.not very in fact. I actually enjoy it. 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