November 28, 2012

• When You Were Young

  Here is is nearly 2:30 in the afternoon and I’m just finishing my morning coffee. I’m on vacation this week and last night I went out with some friends to the city. I picked up my friend in the western suburbs about 6:30 last evening and we drove the 40 minutes to the city to pick up another person so we could have dinner before going to a bar. We had a great time at the first bar we went to before heading over to another bar where we had an even better time before eventually ending the night at an all night diner. I then had to drive the 40 minutes back to the western suburbs before driving another 40 minutes home. By the time I got back on the road after dropping her off it was morning rush hour traffic. As I drove I actually felt bad for the other motorists fighting their way to work in the morning while here I was just getting home from a fun night out. Man I love vacations.

  It was past 7 am by the time I got to bed and it reminded me of my much younger unemployed days way back when and how I used to occasionally stay out all night during a weekday. While I stay out all night occasionally now, it is always on the weekend. But doing it during the week? Well shit that hasn’t happened in like 15 years. Back in the day before my best friend turned 21, we used to have to drive three and a half hours to Ho-Chunk Casino in Wisconsin to go gamble and we would do this on a spontaneous spur of the moment and eventually find ourselves racing home through rush hour traffic at like 7 or 8 in the morning. Shit those were good times. I wish I could be retired so I could do stuff like that again. Does anybody have like ten million dollars they wanna give me? Fuck I love vacations

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