To waste a night is no crime; it is the waste of the day which follows such a night that provokes the need for penance.
As one of those people who beats themselves up over squandered time I often come out of late nights followed by later days rather disgruntled, forgetting the good time and concentrating on the things I could have accomplished had I listened to my inner self.
I’ve told you before it’s easy here to do nothing until one or two in the morning and then find yourself on the sidewalks of the city heading toward a place full of decent discourse and pleasant music.
Last night was one of those nights. One minute I was having a little chit chat with my wombeditor on-line, listening to Deb recite some lines, noticing that Pia had not paid her bill and her blog was gone, ( I’m kidding here I know you paid your bill), and the next I was donning old black boots, clean jeans, some very thick red lined gloves and heading out the door. This was somewhere between one and two in the morning, if I remember correctly. This can not be blamed on friends this time I was an eager participant.
The establishment I populate most of the time is known for the best of times occurring after the good folks from the “look at me” crowd crawl back into their various holes, the waiting (for them to leave) is the hardest part. (I must be having more than a Petty moment it may be a Petty week) Consequently I never head to this particular place until well after one in the morning.
The penance I paid for getting in after four in the morning was that I did not get to see Obama declare his candidacy live, as I had originally intended to do. I did not have that peaceful morning hour to peruse the written word (I often spend an hour reading in the morning on my “days off regular schedule”), and I am forced to place my scheduled work for school on a different time frame and do it out of order.
I am a freaky “order person”, I like to do things in the exact same order at very scheduled times when it comes to school or work, when things change I go temporarily bonkers. Getting things back into another form of order doesn’t take long but until then it’s an ugly sight.
Was it worth it seeing all the confusion that followed?
All this need for order not withstanding I say yes, it was. I met the most beautiful man, physically beautiful I mean, as for the what was on the inside I have no idea. I enjoy looking at physical beauty when it comes on suddenly like that. For once I didn’t want to hear any words I just wanted to look.
“FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has
That lawful orchards mocks;
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks!”
Pretty’s pretty. It sounds like a worthwhile time. Hopefully you’ll be up for the inauguration. And hopefully, it won’t be of Mitt Romney.
“To waste a night is no crime; it is the waste of the day which follows such a night that provokes the need for penance”
Only you.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.
Unlock that pod.
I hope I interpreted that correctly.
I’m an engineering student not an English major. ;)
Words like luscious always make me think of sex.
Were you trying to be subversively lewd?
No fruit is forbidden, it is merely self denied.
It’s always worth it ;)
There is something to be said for wasted days cooper. I’m not for them or against the, once in awhile they are a good thing. You should have more of them.
Physically beautiful man? What considerations were there?
Duty????
Bah Humbug.
;)
I enjoyed this post, and I personally envy ordered people. Wasted time? Sounds like a GOOD time, to me. It seems that you have a nice balance between order and a little chaos:)
Never beat yourself up for wasted time.
Nice the way you added the Dickinson at the end; it fit perfectly, not just into this post but into this blog and what I know of you from reading it over the last couple of years.
I may be slow; it occurrs to me that you have explained yourself over time in metaphors and poetry, either yours or others, and it is up to me to find the clues.
Doug: And it certainly was pretty.
Mitt Who???? ;)
robotman: you never said unlock that pod, don’t give yourself credit for things you only wanted to say.
Words like hello always make you think of sex so I’m not surprised.
G: You’re learning some big words out in Ohio.
Leigh: So far Leigh, you have the best response. ;)
john: Many considerations and as for duty you should talk.
actonbell: I think I am much less ordered than I want to be, or I am not as ordered as I want to be and it bugs the crap out of me.
Joe: You’re thinking too hard.
I want to say something, but I don’t know how to put it.
You like beauty but your taste is men has always been of an
exotic nature.
I want more of an explanation to the above post.
Physically beauty when if comes on suddenly can shock me out of my shoes too. ;)
I loves me some ED .
Lol, you needed a wasted day, from the sounds of it. They’re good for you.
Hmmm…you and I had strangely similar experiences this weekend, eh? Planetary allignments or something. Lots of beautiful people in the world, I guess…
And, btw, thanks for giving me your cold…as soon as I poked fun at your needing to stay away from blogging whilst sick, I got the fuckedupness delivered unto me…
No hard feelings, though. Figure its karma.
There’s something to be said for wasting time looking at physically beautiful men.
You’ll know, when the time comes that a good nights sleep becomes more important than going out late after the crowds go home
At first if feels almost like a relief. Then you miss it, and sometimes do it anyway
I never got the damn email so I hadn’t paid the bill. Had all kinds of scenarios for what would have happened if my blog dissipated – by the time I got it back, it was a good thing. But all in all…
You seldom share but the bits and pieces which you do share I enjoy immensely.
I enjoyed this cooper, sometimes I just have to read and enjoy and say nothing.
I don’t know when the say nothing part will happen. ;)
I admit to watching the Grammy Awards. I wanted to see Sting reunite with the Police, you didn’t mention that part. ;(
Hate it when you turn off the comments, but I missed this one so I can do both.
My girlfriend made me watch the Grammy Awards. Mayer can play.
I think you extremely anal retentive, too much of a perfectionist always wanting things in order and never having any fun without feeling heaps of guilt.
Maybe I am wrong, it’s hard to tell but either way it makes good reading. ;)
What is a beautiful man?
kait: You are joking when you ask for an explanation of course because you know what I mean I know you do. ;0
Jason: I’m sorry Jason, hope you are feeling better that was a shitty few days I had back there.
Karma is a funny thing.
Pia: It is not that I don’t get sleep, I nap often after classes and then wake up, as do most people I know. I know that has to change. When doing the internship and working last fall in Maryland the schedule was totally different, and it will be again.
Jacob: You always say something Jacob, but contrary I have shared more than was ever intended.
You son will be endlessly curious, as are you.