We Could Run All Night & Dance Upon the Architechture

I am wide awake.  I feel like having an adventure--driving around, listening to music, grabbing a cup of coffee when it's the most inconvenient (and rewarding).  Laughing hysterically because it's late and we're delirious.  I just feel this pounding in my chest and I want to make it count.  I feel like being trouble--young and eager and light and heavy because that's what being young is.  It's a moment...at 11:07 pm on a Friday night.  I want to know I lived it.

Nothing Comes Without a...

"It behooves a man who wants to see wonders sometimes to go out of his way."

— The Travels of Sir John Mandeville

Perhaps this is why I prefer fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt—it makes me feel like I've earned my snack.

Real Talk

I was talking with a recently married friend yesterday and ended our conversation wishing her many years of mind-blowing sex. 

But then I started to think, so what do I wish upon all my single friends?  And I decided I wished them joyous years filled with bottomless drinks, fine food, and countless hold-on-I-have-to-go-into-the-other-room-because-I'm-laughing-so-hard-I-can't-breathe moments!

But then I realized that sounds like something someone tapes to their mirror after reemerging from a crusty mountain of used Kleenex and crumpled Dove wrappers.

So, I'm back to square one, which consists of wishing all my single friends the ability to wish other couples great sex.

Sorry, kids. 

But, I console you with this...