Damn I Love this Friday Night (as heard in Quarter Life Poetry on FXX) [Official Music …


(door clicks) (insistently paced music) ♪ ♪ (sighs) ♪ ♪ ♪ I slip on my cozy clothes ♪ ♪ Winding down to watch my show ♪ ♪ Sipping tea and heating up ♪ ♪ My pad thai
from two days ago ♪ ♪ Creeping under covers ♪ ♪ Never gonna come out of it ♪ ♪ And if I’m still up later ♪ ♪ My vibrator
might come out a bit ♪ ♪ I’m up on that lazy shit ♪ ♪ I worked hard,
deserving it ♪ ♪ Decompressing
all my stressing ♪ ♪ From the job I cannot quit ♪ ♪ I admit, it’s hard to flip ♪ ♪ My brain into relaxed mode ♪ ♪ But I’ll feel real better ♪ ♪ When I binge
on these episodes ♪ (door slams) OFFRED: My name is Offred,
and I intend to survive. ♪ But how can I relax when
I’m thinking of the fact ♪ ♪ That our nation
is run by some hack? ♪ ♪ This can actually happen ♪ ♪ A totalitarian faction ♪ ♪ Where all of us women
are livin’ ♪ ♪ In a crazed reaction
to our feminist action ♪ ♪ Maggie Atwood
had it mad right ♪ ♪ That bitch
got some foresight ♪ ♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪ (cell phone chimes) ♪ ♪ “House party
on the east side. Come out, bitch.
Get a ride.” Fuck that.
I’m tired. But I thank you
for the invite, though. -(text message swooshes)
-“Just come out, ho. There’s people
you know.” Whose party is it? “It’s my friend Cara’s. You remember her
from my work thing last year.” That night was a blur. “Well, she remembers you, “and she’s saying
come on over. “Stop acting geriatric
like you’re 30 decades older.” (rumbling) Damn, that comment’s hitting
mad strong. Maybe Becca’s right and I got my night
planned all wrong. ♪ ♪ Fuck. Fine, okay, I’ll go. ♪ ♪ I gotta find
an outfit, though. ♪ ♪ ♪ Too baggy,
too desperate ♪ ♪ Ugh, not enough support ♪ ♪ Do I own a real bra? ♪ ♪ What about
my leather shorts? ♪ ♪ This can fit over my hips
if I twist and contort ♪ ♪ I should run more ♪ ♪ Trial pass to the gym,
I should use that ♪ ♪ All the cookies
in my cupboard, I abuse that ♪ ♪ Stop that, just pick
a fucking dress ♪ ♪ Effortless is the way
I wanna dress ♪ ♪ But it’s causing
too much stress ♪ ♪ Take a breath ♪ (breathes deeply) (interrupted exhalation) ♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪ ♪ Got a Lyft, I’m remiss ♪ ♪ It’s just two minutes ♪ ♪ Name is Henry,
he looks friendly ♪ ♪ In a Honda Civic ♪ ♪ Now I’m stuck
with this decision ♪ ♪ And I’m waiting ♪ ♪ ‘Cause if I cancel ♪ ♪ Then it might lower
my rating ♪ ♪ Headlights,
Henry pulls up, polite ♪ ♪ Offers me a bottle
when I get in the ride ♪ So thoughtful. ♪ Smells a little funky,
so I slip air inside ♪ It’s awful. ♪ Traffic on the 405 ♪ ♪ Henry’s venting
’bout his life ♪ ♪ Toxic marriage
with his wife ♪ ♪ Asking me
for my advice ♪ Oh, yeah, that–
that’s a tough situation. Uh, it’s hard when you–
you know, it’s like
two different personalities… (cell phone buzzes) Oh, uh, sorry,
I gotta get this. ♪ Keep my eyes
on my device ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Roaming round the room ♪ ♪ And I don’t recognize
a single face ♪ ♪ Where’s my bae Rebecca? ♪ ♪ That girl better be
up in this place ♪ ♪ Hey, I made it,
I’m alone ♪ ♪ Check your phone,
where you at, bitch? ♪ ♪ Shit, it’s undelivered ♪ ♪ Guess I’ll retry
as a text message ♪ -Excuse me.
-Oh, sure. Can I just grab a– Yeah, yeah.
Of course, yeah. I miss New York,
but I don’t think I could, like,
live there again. I’m telling you, man, cryptocurrency
is the future, dude. Totally. Yeah, I mean,
I’m gluten-free, but it’s not,
like, a religion. Like, I’ll eat pizza. She seems nice.
I like her pants. So tell her
that you like her pants. That’s super creepy.
No, I can’t. ♪ Oh, my God,
it’s not that hard ♪ ♪ Don’t overthink it,
now’s your chance ♪ Just say it. Hey, how much are your pants? Oh, um, they’re from Zara,
so, like– Oh, yeah.
Cool. Um… BOTH: So how do you know Cara? -(cell phone buzzing)
-Oh, um, well, I don’t technically know her. She’s, like, a friend
of my friend, but she seems… (keyboard clacking) Everyone seems so nice
and, uh… Okay. ♪ Her phone is buzzing ♪ ♪ She’s saying nothing ♪ (keyboard clacking) ♪ I turn my back ♪ Shit, I’m in a flashback. ♪ Middle school,
sixth grade ♪ ♪ Confidence all day ♪ ♪ Lip Smackers, butterflies ♪ ♪ Tamagotchi’s still alive ♪ ♪ Janice is planning
a party ♪ ♪ She’s hardly being subtle ♪ ♪ She’s gathered my girls
in a huddle ♪ ♪ I’m puzzled,
I hear whispers all muddled ♪ My confidence crumbles. I’m like, “Are you guys
avoiding me?” “Yeah, ’cause you’re
annoying me.” Mortified. Wanted to hide. (descending electronic beeps) That night,
my Tamagotchi died. ♪ Damn it, Rebecca,
where the fuck are you? ♪ ♪ I’m sinking by the minute
into middle school horror ♪ ♪ You told me you’d be here,
where are you? ♪ -♪ Come over ♪
-(cell phone chimes) “Hey, sorry!
Just got this. “We ended up
at this bar downtown. Come!” Wait. What? Is she being serious? ♪ I’m staring at the words ♪ ♪ Getting dizzy
and delirious ♪ ♪ Are you
fucking kidding me? ♪ ♪ Tricking me, quitting me ♪ ♪ I try to stay composed,
Namaste ♪ ♪ But it’s hitting me ♪ ♪ This dilemma
is bigger than Becca ♪ ♪ It’s what to expect
of my whole generation ♪ ♪ We’re wasting relations by
flaking without hesitation ♪ ♪ What used to be
real kind and innocent ♪ ♪ Convene on the landline
to meet a friend ♪ ♪ Arrive at that set time
to be with them ♪ -I’m sorry.
-♪ Now it’s like, never mind ♪ ♪ I’m not confined
by the time ♪ ♪ Or the site
that I initially described ♪ ♪ Change my mind with
a simple little line and ♪ (breathes deeply) It’s fine. ♪ ♪ It’s fine. ♪ ♪ I gotta go. ♪ ♪ Oh, wait. ♪ ♪ ♪ Damn, I love
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this Friday ♪ (cell phone chimes) (low rumbling)

9 thoughts on “Damn I Love this Friday Night (as heard in Quarter Life Poetry on FXX) [Official Music …

  1. Absolutely incredibly well written, shot and performed!! This should go viral. Seriously!!

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