"Gravity rides everything"
Today was such a long day.
A long, rainy day.
And you want to know what's not fair? I had to go to work on this long, rainy day, when I blatantly should have been inside, under my covers, sleeping.
But no, I was at work, wishing I had a big bowl of mashed potatoes and fluffy slippers on my feet.
I was still really tired as well. I'm not sure if it's because I'm old and still recovering from Saturday (ah, Saturday), but I just didn't want to move in general.
Saturday was pretty awesome. I made some new friends with super awesome names (Amaranth is just so cool), witnessed a pretty intense fight (look at the police run!), and found a tavern that sells Magners for $5. I mean, if that's not a great night, then I don't know what is!
It had all the elements of old times out, but the main difference I felt was in myself. Yes, I was wasted (did I mention the $5 Magners?), but I wasn't Angry Drunk Sam, like how I can easily get. No, I was Happy Drunk Sam that was up until 4a.m.
We drove into DC in a 1987 Odsmobile that had the ashtrays connected to the seats in the back. Proper old school. It felt like I was riding around in someone's living room. We played James Brown, left the windows rolled down, and I watched as we passed the Washington Monument, the Treasury Department, and felt a familiar feeling of anticipation in my gut.
What would happen now that the sun sank low into the horizon? Who would we meet? What would we do? All of nighttime's promises were awakened inside of me again, and I thought, "I need to get out more. For real."
It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was just nice to be out, drinking, hanging out with strangers, and not thinking for a little while. I didn't want to think about work, my lame adult responsibilities, and stupid Big Girl Pants. I just wanted to dance, eat french fries from a brown paper bag, and huddle close with friends as the temperature dropped.
My final words for the evening were, "So, about Adams Morgan....."
Next thing I knew, it was 11a.m., I sounded like a man who smoked three packs of cigarettes a day, and smelled like something evil.
That's all I wanted. At least just for one night.