I miss my Average Tuesday night

Everyone thinks the weekend

Is when most memories are made when you’re young

But, those were predictable

I knew after serving tables from 4-9 on Friday

I’d take all those tips and invest them

For future nostalgia and deja vu for next week

That was a given with my friends and I

I loved those wasted weekends

I just miss the unpredictable found in the Mondays of that life

The road trips that were never supposed to take place

The poorly timed all nighters we’d regret at 8am

The drama and teen angst filled atmosphere

Always stealing typical and average from our weekdays

I took those Vanilla Days for granted

They were so sweet and unexpected

Impossible to account for

As I’m writing this now,

I’m at a point in my life where all I want is

That aimless conversation in a parking lot at 3am

Completely lost in a town we couldn’t pronounce

An all nighter,

On Wednesday spent learning what feeling 18 really feels like

Only to work a miserable double on Thursday

To pay the bills we missed

We were too busy chasing temporary bliss

And honestly, forgot they exist ( apparently that’s not a valid excuse to get a grace period for your car payment)

Those Vanilla days were my best days.

Not the crazy always there Friday’s

The unforgettable reliable Saturday’s

The lazy recovery Sunday’s

But, the Tuesday’s that were never supposed to be written about.

I miss those.