glorious friday

I'm kind of confused as to why the subway is always deserted on Fridays. I mean, do most people not have to go to work on Friday? The rest of the week I have to smoosh on the train and stand for pretty much the whole ride, but Friday is like a magical breath of fresh air. Or maybe people sleep in on Fridays? Can that be my schedule?

Last night there was a little publishing people get together after work (happy hour, woohoo) and I got to meet a lot of nice young professionals. Aw. Usually I'm pretty quiet and somewhat awkward in social situations where I know one, maybe two people. I tend to cling to them and not volunteer stories much. So I brought along a friend (who happens to be a fellow Ohioan) but she had to leave early. Not to worry though! I soon discovered what I should have already known: publishing people are totally chill. We talked about *gasp* what books we are reading and what our guilty pleasures were in high school (again, in terms of books.. duh). So despite being at a table of people I had pretty much never met before, I was quite at ease.

Ah, books. What do you call an object/idea/something you are intimately familiar with that always makes you comfortable? Like if I were a ship captain, books would be my helm. If I were a tech person, books would be my computer. If I were a graphic designer, books would be my inDesign... and so on. Just walking into a bookstore restores in me a sense of calm and also excitement. It it called a bedrock? Is that the word I'm looking for? My brain must be too crowded with thoughts of anticipation for the weekend to present this answer.