Not 21
Aug 14, 2009
Went out last night (on a school night!) to a Spinal Tap sing/quote-a-long and a couple clubs in downtown Austin. Had an absolute blast hanging out with friends, walking and talking, dancing the night away. Until about one in the morning, when we decided we had to go home, because, you know, work tomorrow and all that.
Anyway, Handsome and I grab some breakfast tacos at the Cabana and head home for a late-nite snack. So, it's eventually two-thirty, and I'm finally closing my eyes for some rest.
And now, before I ever even fell asleep, it's the morning and I'm working and drinking as much coffee as I can drink. (Coffee should come in Caf/Decaf and intravenous, just sayin'.)
And my voice is scratchy from staying out partying all night. (Ha!) And my eyes are dry. And my muscles hurt, just about everywhere. And I'm not sure I really want to admit that I'm exhausted and will probably need a nap.
But you know what? I don't regret a moment, and I'd do it all over again. Even if I'm not a kid anymore. So there.
