Tip for Future Me: Don’t go out carousing the night Daylight Saving Time starts. You lose an hour of sleep and it hurts WAY more than it would any other weekend.
Jess and I went out last night. The plan was to have dinner out, call it an earlyish night, and get up early this morning to meet at her favorite bakery for a light breakfast. Some of that happened.
We were walking back from dinner (at Level, which was SO good) and it was only 10 something, so we decided to see if anyone was playing the piano at the upstairs piano bar at Middleton’s Tavern. We didn’t make it upstairs right away, though, because there was a band playing downstairs, and they were really good. People were dancing, and that’s all the invitation I need, so we joined the crowd and sang and danced. When the band took a break, the party moved upstairs. There was a guy on the piano, sort of half-pianist/singer, half-DJ (it was kind of strange), and he was really good and everyone was really happy, so the singing and dancing continued upstairs until he played two songs in a row we didn’t know/didn’t like. Back downstairs we went, back to the band (who played REALLY good stuff), with more dancing and singing (with the strangers who were following the same upstairs/downstairs patterns as us) right up until the band’s last set ended. I don’t know if the bar was closing, but it was certainly time for us to close, so we left then and headed home. It was maybe 1:45 when I walked in the door, and just a few minutes later, it was after 3am because I FORGOT ABOUT THE TIME CHANGE. Damn it.
Morning came early, but not as early as we’d planned. I still woke up just before 8am (EDT), feeling better than I had any right to feel, and I decided to suck it up and run over to meet Jess. She’s right about this bakery – I had a latte (forgot to order decaf) and a sugary delicious bun of some kind. Yummy. And then we took a 4-mile walk.
I may not have made great decisions last night, but this morning’s decisions have been okay (and I feel better for them). And to reward myself (and also get in one last visit before we move), we’re going to Ray’s for dinner. I am going to have the best steak in the world. And all the mashed potatoes. I could demolish some mashed potatoes right now.
momma betty
Suddenly you’re a party girl!
Zannah
Hardly. I don’t think one evening out counts.