Most people are slaves to the weekday grind. Up early, stuck in traffic on the way to the office, 30 minutes for lunch and then packed like a sardine amidst millions of others just like them on the freeway during the commute home. Then off to bed at a reasonable hour so they can get up and do it all over again. Five days in a row of paper pushing and demanding bosses, deadlines and endlessly ringing phones is enough to send some people over the metaphoric edge. But when the end of the workday whistle blows on Friday these same reserved, hard working conservatives unleash their inner party monster onto the bar and club scene with reckless abandon. These are the Weekend Warriors.
Once out of their cages, the Weekend Warriors buy as much gluttony as they can during their two days of freedom that their paychecks will allow. The ritual usually begins at a friend’s house with a precursor of feel good cocktails. As they wait for the rest of their cohorts to arrive they’ll relive prior excursions, siking each other up as a coach would a team of players before a big game. Once the throng is complete they hit the night scene in force looking to overindulge in shameless debauchery of every possible aspect.
While there’s nothing wrong with making up for lost time it’s the mentality of self entitlement and the disrespect that accompanies the Weekend Warrior that brings the vibe of the weekend down. It is also during these two magic days that the otherwise submissive 9-5er releases pent up hostility and transform into the demanding abusers they work for, looking down their noses at bartenders and snapping their fingers for service. The blatant disregard for normal courtesies and general rules is what keeps the locals away from any liquor establishment on weekends.
Other unmistakable traits of the Weekend Warrior are that no alcoholic concoctions are undrinkable, no chick or dude is unf*ckable and no chick or dude is unfightable. There are higher bar tabs, more hook ups and more bar brawls on weekends than any other part f the week. Thanks to these alcoholic champions sales of liquor, morning after pills and medical care rise every Saturday and Sunday. So, cheers to you, Weekend Warriors with your disrespect, disposable salary and hollow legs. While you think of us servers as lowly bartenders and waits keep in mind that when Monday comes and you’re still dealing with your post binging fatigue, figuring out how you’re going to explain your black eye to your boss or wondering if you’re pregnant, we’ll be well rested and counting fists full of cash that you once called a paycheck.