Last night I went out. I don't do that very often, but one of my all time fave groups THE COUP was in town and I had to support them since I have known Boots for over 15 years (we went to school together in the Bay, way back when). The show was packed wall to wall, it was so hot that I thought I might pass out- fools were spilling beer everywhere. I was wearing my new and most favorite boots, which were beginning to kill my feet from all the dancing. I wanted to stand still and just bob my head, but their live band is so good that just doesn't cut it. Plus I was with Walidah, and I couldn't look like I was less involved since she's a mosh pit vet and was jumping up and down and tearing up the dance floor. So of course I was jumping up and down and dancing up a storm too, keeping my elbows out to protect my space bubble even though I knew there would be consequences of having to walk after!
Needless to say, I was exhausted afterwards, and didn't get home until after 2:30am. Now sure, I am usually up until, and oftentimes beyond, that hour in the a.m. but I am reading or on my laptop in bed, which is obviously far less strenuous. I still ended up rising at a fairly decent hour this morning- and I thought "hey! I am ok!" Then more of the day passed, and next thing I know I am out on the couch taking a nap rather than heading in to the office to handle errands! I remember back in the day I used to stay up all night partying all weekend, I used to study all night and pop no-doze when it was the end of the term, get an hour or two of sleep and then head to class. Well clearly those days are over for me, and this is not some sort of sad lament to what used to be, but rather an acknowledgment that there is a reason why I mostly stay home.
THE COUP is one of the very few happenings that could inspire me to be out to the wee hours.
Today I am glad to be home on my couch watching tv with my kitten.
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