Late nights for lil ‘ole me.
(Thanks for the link, Sean.)
My mind is fuzzy. I haven’t stayed up, much less out, until near dawn in a long time. I can hang with the young’ins as well as I ever could… it’s the recovery that fucks me up. Fortunately, this is a three day weekend and I’ve been able to sleep a lot without rushing into the pre-work mode that always rears it’s ugly head Sunday night. There is a sniglet for that, but I forget. Friday I had a nice, low key dinner at Bistro Provence. Saturday ended up being an all nighter. There was a party at The Big Easy amidst a great live blues band that moved to taqueria Tapatia when we closed the joint down. I think it was close to 5:00 when I made it to the sack. Sunday was a day of recovery. I ended up buying some new BluRays and spent the evening making assprints on my couch with a remote nearby. I naturally stayed up later than I wanted to because of all the sleep that day trying to mend myself… this in turn made me sleep in today (an observed holiday this year in the floating pool) which means I’ve not accomplished anything. I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. I need coffee. All of which I plan to fix as soon as I can drag my arse into the shower and get dressed.
Oh look… a photo from the libations depicting my newly chunky hair not yet documented here:
Barrett, Jennifer, and me
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