saturday night's
alright for fighting the urge to go out just for the sake of going out.
and sunday morning's perfect for waking long before the bleary-eyed club kids, and soldiering out for coffee and a clear mind to start the day. it's a long weekend - the last long weekend of summer - or the first long weekend of fall - depending on your level of optimism. personally, i've always seen september as this magical pause between the two seasons. sure the light is autumnal, but the temperature often soars to dizzying heights, which brings back tinges of the sultry, silly of summer evenings, wasted away in wasted splendor.
and speaking of wasted splendor, as i walked back from the coffee shop this morning i noticed a guy, in his early twenties, sitting on the sidewalk. he was definitely dressed for a night out on the town that had long since disappeared into the bright and unforgiving light of day. he gazed around woozily, as if trying to get his bearings, to piece together the hazy sequence of events that brought him to this spot... 'booze clues', as a friend once beautifully put it.
that he actually had to pause and take a little time out from his walk of shame struck me as half pathetic half delightful. i remembered the days of looking forward to friday and saturday nights, if only to get obliterated. which at the time, was a good time. but the funny thing when you live only for the party, is those next mornings. when you sit up groggily in bed (or on the curb, as the case may be) you have the strongest sense that everyone else has somewhere to go and something to do, and there you are, with nothing but a feeling of being left behind.
of course, you don't realize this at the time. after all, you've got youth on your side, which makes sketchy slips and dignity-dips seem kind of cute. but as you get older- even just a little bit older - anything too lurid just seems a bit passé. now this is not to say that i don't have my fair share of ridiculous, but these days, i know when to stop...most of the time. and even when i don't, well, i've got places to go and things to do in the morning, so i can't plunk myself on the curb and reconstruct the events of previous messy evenings - instead i toddle to the office and let others fill in the blanks for me.
which is so much more grown-up, wouldn't you agree?
alright for fighting the urge to go out just for the sake of going out.
and sunday morning's perfect for waking long before the bleary-eyed club kids, and soldiering out for coffee and a clear mind to start the day. it's a long weekend - the last long weekend of summer - or the first long weekend of fall - depending on your level of optimism. personally, i've always seen september as this magical pause between the two seasons. sure the light is autumnal, but the temperature often soars to dizzying heights, which brings back tinges of the sultry, silly of summer evenings, wasted away in wasted splendor.
and speaking of wasted splendor, as i walked back from the coffee shop this morning i noticed a guy, in his early twenties, sitting on the sidewalk. he was definitely dressed for a night out on the town that had long since disappeared into the bright and unforgiving light of day. he gazed around woozily, as if trying to get his bearings, to piece together the hazy sequence of events that brought him to this spot... 'booze clues', as a friend once beautifully put it.
that he actually had to pause and take a little time out from his walk of shame struck me as half pathetic half delightful. i remembered the days of looking forward to friday and saturday nights, if only to get obliterated. which at the time, was a good time. but the funny thing when you live only for the party, is those next mornings. when you sit up groggily in bed (or on the curb, as the case may be) you have the strongest sense that everyone else has somewhere to go and something to do, and there you are, with nothing but a feeling of being left behind.
of course, you don't realize this at the time. after all, you've got youth on your side, which makes sketchy slips and dignity-dips seem kind of cute. but as you get older- even just a little bit older - anything too lurid just seems a bit passé. now this is not to say that i don't have my fair share of ridiculous, but these days, i know when to stop...most of the time. and even when i don't, well, i've got places to go and things to do in the morning, so i can't plunk myself on the curb and reconstruct the events of previous messy evenings - instead i toddle to the office and let others fill in the blanks for me.
which is so much more grown-up, wouldn't you agree?
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