When I finally crawled into bed on Friday night, it was actually Saturday morning and I’d been awake for exactly 24 hours and 8 minutes. When the last time I stayed out until 5:00 in the morning was, I can’t tell you (it probably had something to do with vodka, Sarah Brown, and a very expensive cab ride from Brooklyn, but that’s just a guess) because I parted with my rock star ways many moons ago. At some point during the evening on Friday, though - somewhere between Total Scrabble Domination and breaking out the third bottle of wine – I decided to stop fixating on a reasonable bed time and the increasingly diminished likelihood of making an early morning run, and just go all in. Meaning, I stopped looking at my watch. I stopped rearranging my mental day planner. Cold turkey. And people, I don’t know if you’re aware, but I can be a little bit…Type A. That’s the warm and fuzzy sociological way of saying I’m totes uptight. I’m always mentally making and remaking plans, compiling to do lists, schedules and whatnot because I simply cannot help it. Blame my mother. Sure, it means I am in bed every night by 9:30 like a good little nun, but boy do I get stuff done. I earn gold stars. And I really like gold stars.
But Friday, the fire was going and I found myself merrily knocking over (another) glass of water onto the hardwood floor and realizing I didn’t so much care that Saturday was going to be a wasted day without a single accomplishment, and yes, I WOULD like another glass of wine, please. And the next thing you know, someone announces that it’s half past four and I laughed and gave myself three gold stars. Because it turns out, when I go all in, I go all in.
And shortly thereafter, I am reminded of what a hangover feels like.
hahahaha! ur adorable!!
AWESOME! Good for you. We all need to treat ourselves once in a while, even us Type A folks.
good for that. you deserve 3 gold stars for staying up so late.
A+
I’m constantly outlining the next day in my head, but purely because I’d otherwise achieve nothing ever. I’m terrible with motivation.
But good for you for taking a step back and controlling yourself (or is that not controlling yourself?)!
You know I support this, as do Brooklyn and vodka.
I think I married your Mexican Chicago-base doppleganger.
I love it!
I, too, rarely stay out late anymore, but about two months ago had a similar out-of-nowhere-going-all-in experience, which culminated with four of of preppiest people you’ve ever seen going to one of the most famous sex clubs in the country until four in the morning. Two of those four made out (totally G-rated!) at the club.
And now I’ve got the best boyfriend I’ve had in years. So, needless to say, I’m a fan of the random all-nighters.
This is hilarious! You are funny, Fish! P.S. I am 29 and single, too!
I’m impressed you stayed up so late, hilarious post! I totally know the hangover your talking about.
After my fiance proposed to me with a gorgeous diamond engagement ring from http://www.idonowidont.com I had a week long girls night out . I think I had a hangover that lasted me at least a month because I probably drank 50 martinis by the weekend.
We all have to party sometime though, hope you find a good hangover cure!
Hahaha. I very much enjoyed this, and I very much know the feeling. It’s painful for me to just consciously realize the next day is going to be an utterly unproductive “waste”…but it’s also really nice to just given into that realization and drink that next glass of wine, stay out late, curl up in bed, sleep in.
…Until the pounding headache hits and you have to least get up to grab the obligatory glass of water/2 Advil, that is.
Fabulous! Now if only those late nights came with a basket of baked goods and kissin’!
So this is unrelated to this post, but I wasn’t sure how else to contact you, Ms. Fish. I’m getting ready to move to Italy with my husband for 10 months. We’ll be living in Naples but plan to travel/do/see as much else as we can while we’re there. I read your blog from your travels abroad, but I was wondering if you had any other advice or tips for my time in Italy?
Thanks Fish, and I hope the new job is going great!
Yup….
Sometimes, ya just gotta say “What the f*&%$k.”
I did too.
Had a blast.
Took two days to recover but well worth the trip!
Saluté!