Party All Day (Sleep All Night)

Saturday I spent all day drinking beer by a swimming pool in New Jersey. Every intention of hanging out with some other friends in Queens later in the evening.

Of course, a quick nap when I got home turned into an all-nighter crash.

I've really gotta work on my party stamina.

It's about smart pacing and strategizing. I've gotten better at this over the years but I still suffer these miscalculated fails. The marathon stretches can really take a toll on me, too. One heavy night is one thing but a long day into a long night—with two entirely different factions with unique energies—is another game entirely. A weekend getaway honestly requires advanced TRAINING.

So, instead of reveling in the Queens party Saturday night, I spent hours tossing and turning in my little Tomb.

I have the worst sleeps when I've had too much to drink. When it's hot, it's even worse. For hours on end, I find myself contorting myself into the craziest positions trying to get comfortable. And once in a while, I find some position that is so transcendently comfortable, I just want to die. I wonder what it is. A shifting of internal organs into a more pleasant setting? A stretch of muscles that have gathered into knots?

Well, lessons learned. A few days in detox mode before getting back on the horse.