So we went out to the Foggy Dew last night. Cool place, don’t know why I never bothered to make it out there before yesterday. It was also really great, since (as birthdays tend to do) a lot of people that we don’t see much anymore made the effort to come out. The old gang together again, just like old times (except now some of them have husbands and wives and babies).
In fact, I had the best time I’ve had in a long time. I drank and danced and drank and chatted and drank and drank and danced and danced and danced and danced and drank some more. Then went to Denny’s. And all the while questioned why we don’t do this more often.
When I woke up this morning, after 4 hours of fitful sleep, in a cold sweat with some kind of locomotive perched squarely on my abdomen -and $55 poorer to boot – I remembered.
This is why we don’t do that more often.
