It’s been a really long time since I’ve stayed up until midnight. I mean truely STAYED UP until midnight, not woken up at midnight – that happens all the time. I usually go to bed around 9pm; that’s as late as I can stay up until my eyelids refuse to cooperate anymore.
But last night I stayed up until midnight because we had friends over for dinner at our garage mahal and everyone stayed and lingered over one more drink, then one more… It was pleasant and relaxed. I enjoyed myself, enjoyed the music, enjoyed the talking, enjoyed the food, enjoyed the night.
As we were getting ready for bed I turned on the window fan. I think it carried in not only a little bit of remaining chiminea smoke, but also the remnants of laughter and jokes. It was contentment floating around my room when my eyelids finally stopped cooperating last night.