fuck the beach let's go ghost town hunting instead

I asked my boss for three vacation days at the end of the month; I didn't want to take the whole week off but I figure wed, thrus and fri is a fair choice. Ry and I two year anniversary is on the 25th which is a tuesday (blah). We are going to the jew's friday afternoon and coming back saturday afternoon, peanuts is watching abbey and I dont want to steal her whole weekend either but I figure it's a good amount of time to chill and relax kidless especially since I'm already gonna be with abbey all week yai. So I googled ghost towns in florida and there's quite a few of them; I went thru all of them and looked at the county and what remains of the actual town; I found a good one near by where the jew lives in palm beach so instead of going to the beach yet again (like i can't do that here) we are gonna go find this place, the directions are vague and I'm sure we're gonna have to do quite a search to find this fucker but it should be cool. There're abandoned factories and shit, things people haven't used in years, I can't wait. Old and abandoned just SCREAMS "visit me" to me.What is it about fridays that time goes by so slowly? Is it the anticipation of the weekend? Is it the fact that you just want to get the fuck out of work already after doing the same shit for 5 days straight? I dont know but tonight's the Led Zep laser show and I'm ready to rock the fuck out.