Friday Night Supper Club

and Great Gigs in the Sky

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

Sometimes a singer who is told just to wail away catches the chordal mood of a college guy home for a weekend of pure pleasure. As a longtime parent, I understand how it feels to wait days for your “child” to return home, to plan meals, and long for the moment they drive up and walk through the door. It’s that euphoric feeling of knowing that, though only for two nights, you’ll have them safely under your roof, believing in your illogical mind that they’ll somehow never leave again.

So into that illogic, I drift.

And remember.

The Menu

You set a menu for that first Friday night, usually a night that beckons more than it can possibly bring, but you long for it anyway, always have since those days of Friday night high school games. Now, though, your spouse is working late because it’s that time of the wholesale jewelry year when nights and all weekends must be lived in service to retail stores and shoppers who must have that necklace, pendant, or bracelet…NOW.

You decide to prepare deviled crab. Thinking clearly about inland Alabama and the lack of freshness, you go with canned crab because isn’t the U.S. inspection system on top of all products and their freshness and viability?