Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Date Morning

What's a clock all about, anyway? Nothing but up to no good. Buzz. Bleep. Beep. Bother. Wind, whine, wound, wander. Wanton. Wantons? For breakfast? Oh hell, why not?

There are kid's sports practices and school conferences and work meetings and dental appointments and social obligations. Sometimes you just have to say, NAY! Nein! Enough already!

That's when you stay up late Friday night knowing the next morning is something special. Tomorrow you'll have permission to lie around until 7 a.m. instead of 5 a.m., fuck until it hurts, smoke a little something, drink a little early, and laugh until your belly aches.

Date morning. It quickly becomes date afternoon and then date day. Sure felt good. Let's do that again sometime, pretty please?


BadAssKona said...

Every time we're together, it's a date, my love...

Gina Marie said...

Sure is......can't wait for the next one! The calendar is a lovely, quivering mass of ripe dates.