Dear Friends,
I love going out at night!
Although I very much appreciate the sun and the daytime activities, there is something enticing hidden in the heart of the night that lures me out of my comfort zone into the lively streets where youth reigns. I'm not the bravest nigh owl. I don't like walking in the dark; I don't like taking the subway after certain hours; I'm even weary of the cab drivers!
For me, going out at night is not just an act of playfulness - but courage! The three-minute walk from the last all-night variety store to my building always seems like an eternity, but every time I make it to the finish line, I feel as accomplished as a victorious runner!
When I come out of a club tipsy, but in control - well maybe not in total control, since I head for the first hot dog stand - I feel alive! Much more alive than some people half my age, ready to throw up their dinner on the side-walk! Maybe, it's the wisdom of recognising the last sip - knowing when to put down the glass! Maybe, it's the fear of ending up on some one's facebook; or maybe it's simply a matter of not wanting to "lose" Lili (It took me a long time to find her.) More alarming than a "clubbing grandma," is today's youth drinking itself to oblivious - they must not like themselves very much.
In the wee hours of the morning, grateful to have experienced yet another episode of the "Night Life" with poise, I'm most grateful for not having to explain, justify or defend my DNA to anyone!
Have a lucid day everyone!
My wife would call you a "bibe." That's slang from Newfoundland which is a name for early birds. You are an early bird and a night owl?
ReplyDeleteJeffrey, life is too short!
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