Friday mull

Come Friday and my messages look something like 'what's the scene?' 'Any plans?'
Well, the scene is, the plan is that I'm going to bake a calzone because I feel like eating something like a pizza which isn't a pizza and drinking single malt in minute quantities while watching altered carbon which I've already binge watched saving the last episode.
That's the scene and I can't believe I look forward to spending Friday's at home when some years back I'd have considered this plan the height of humiliation.
I mean stay in on a weekend? What are you? Ugly?
Ah, things change, times change and most importantly people change but that's not saying that I like to spend the entire weekend at home because I make sure at least one night out of the three is spent in revelry or at least some form of celebration. It's not as much as the prospect of stepping out for a night out as it is playing dress up. I mean come on, unleashing a bit of vanity every now and then is hardly a sin.