Am actually a senior citizen, I'm discovering.
Last Friday night, you could catch J and me sound asleep at 11 PM. I was likely dreaming that Matthew Fox was my boyfriend, as that seems to be a recurring theme these days (probably because J is so reminiscent of Dr. Jack.) (Without all the crying.)
Anyway, when the Manayunk bars close at 2 AM, all hell breaks loose on J's street. Car alarms sound, wasted girls cackle, drunk dudes yell and toss each other into parked cars. Assholes rev engines and likely kill pedestrians. I don't know what the fuck goes on. It's loud. VERY LOUD.
And this makes me cranky.
"Damnit! What is their problem? Don't they know people are trying to sleep around here?"
J, amused: "Like you were never loud coming out of a bar, babe."
Me, indignant: "Not like this! Please!" Lie.
J, nearly asleep again: "Riiiigggghhhht..."
Me, upstanding citizen: "I just feel bad for your neighbors. They have a baby, for God's sake!"
Me, wide awake, fumbling in darkness for laptop. Sweet, sweet Friends DVDs.
This morning, you could catch me doing 45 in the righthand lane of I-95S on the drive home from Boston. It was still very, very dark! And raining! And I am practically blind at night, what with the oncoming headlights and all.
Sigh. I got so tired of road ragers flashing their high beams at me that I had to pull over into a rest area. There, I scarfed down an Egg McMuffin from McDonald's. And do you know who is at McDonald's at 6 AM?
Senior citizens. And truckers. And HomeValley.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must prepare for a night with the girls, Blanche and Rose. Care to take the over/under on what time I indulge in a glass of vino?