Late nights are not for me, they’re just not. My seven year old sleepover party diva self would be incredibly disappointed to hear that I despise, I mean absolutely despise staying out past midnight. If Cinderella couldn’t do it than why should I? And then there’s those people that don’t even like to head out until 11:30…they are THE WORST. I think I’ll be in the prime of my life at age 35, when people have real jobs and have to wake up early and like to get the party, dinner party that is, started around 7:00. I’m not against a crazy dance party in the living room at 9:00, I’m also not against falling asleep into a blissful champagne dream by 10:30. I also want to start a themed book club where we dress up like the characters and make a fancy dinner catered to the story once a month. I think middle aged life will treat me nicely.
What’s even more annoying than staying up late, is waking up late. I don’t understand sleeping in…just hear me out for a minute here. Fine, sleeping in until 8:30 or 9:30 is all rainbows and sunshine in my book. I love waking up to sunlight streaming in through the window, a warm apartment and a cuddly puppy. There’s still time to shower, grab a coffee and saunter through my day like a champ. Add a few hours of sleep, and you’ve got yourself one grumpy princess.
I seriously don’t understand how sleeping in until 11:00 is even possible for normal people. If my sweet boyfriend could sleep in until nearly noon every day, he would. On the rare occasion I sleep in until 11:00 I wake up feeling groggy and annoyed. I feel annoyed that Starbucks has somehow already run out of my favorite coffee cake. I feel annoyed that everyone out on the street has already showered and are wearing real clothes. And I feel annoyed that even my perfect little puppy, Boo, has wiped the sleep out of her eyes and is anxious for my attention. Life is going on for the world around me and I’m over in a corner chugging coffee, and hating my circadian rhythm for being so freakishly on point.
Why the ranting you may be wondering? Well guys, this past weekend things got a little cray cray around these parts. I like to call it “The Weekend I actually acted like a college student for once” because I went out with friends Thursday AND Friday night and didn’t sleep a wink until 3:00 (OR 4:00) either night. It was so against my natural tendency that by Saturday my body was freaking out and unable to consume enough caffeine to urge me out of bed before I had to babysit at 6:00.
But it was worth it in the end.
By the way the photobooth photos are from a late night at The Unicorn on Friday. There are arcade games, crazy girly whimsically themed drinks (mine was called “My Little Pony”) and a photobooth. I’d say it’s a winner. However, as much fun as I had, I won’t be staying up past 10:00 anytime soon, I’m not afraid to admit that I’m still tired. I’m just not a night person guys!