Holiday

Week to week we wish for a respite. Between the last holiday and the next it becomes necessary to find a way to celebrate the little achievements. It can be a success such as getting to work on time for consecutive days, or as large as a promotion, but we feel that every payday should be celebrated.

Thus, Steven and I have begun to dub every other friday, "Our Favorite Holiday."

This can also have an adverse reaction to those around you. While I party at Doc Holiday's it becomes painfully obvious that people are not amused by our carefree attitude and whiskey sapping ways. We own pool tables and order tall cans. I've been dubbed, on two separate occasions, "Trouble."

Now this shouldn't come as a surprise, but when you add in the fact that on both of these occasions I haven't said a damn thing, you begin to wonder if it's just the holiday that causes people to react in such a venomous way.

Five hours from now I will be making decisions that will undoubtedly have some effect on those around me. But here's the thing, you knew it was Holiday.