Every Wednesday night, after work, Javi darling plays soccer (we call it football!) with his friends. Though soccer is not our National Sport ("pato" is), it should be. Most men -and I'm talking 98% here- love soccer. They play it if they're young enough, and when they're not anymore, they watch it on TV. Like all the time.
I don't really like it, not even during the World Cup, which gets everyone into a frenzy around here. The children are allowed to watch the matches at school, and good luck trying to find a doctor during a match!
Anyway, this post is not really about soccer.
As I was saying, Javi plays soccer on Wednesdays, and comes back at around 11 at night, so that means that after I put Geno to sleep, I get Wednesdays off. And since Glee airs in America on Tuesdays, it means I can watch it online the nex day. That makes Wednesday Nights GLEE NIGHTS!
I can't say I've never loved a show this much, because Dawson's Creek or Friends would turn in their graves, but man, I just can't get enough of Glee! Now I have the music and it's all I've been listening to for the last month!
There's just something about it that has me completely hungry for more. It's probably the fact that I was such a loser during high school, a Mercedes without the talent. This is my own personal revenge, even if it doesn't make any sense. I love every single character in the show -well, not Terri Schuester, of course- and I hope they all get what they want. I'm so thankful for a show that portraits the winning side of the losers!
I love you Glee, you're my Wednesday date with myself, and I can't think of a better way to end this day!
PS: As I write this, 'Songbird', the song Santana sings to Brittany, is playing. My heart breaks every single time. Such a beautiful song I wouldn't even know if it wasn't for Glee!