Staying up too late

I am perhaps a very foolish person. After the dance last night (very good dance, excellent energetic music, lots of good dancers, good caller, even if she did call most of the same dances she called two weeks ago on monday) we went out to the all night stop and shop to buy root beer float fixings. We didn't mostly end up with root beer floats (I ended up getting a chocolate croissant and splitting a bag of raspberries) but it was still fun.

Afterwards Dave had a CD of contra music and felt like calling, so we (eight of us) danced in the parking lot for a while. We've been dancing in parking lots more and more lately. It's fun.

Dave left a little before others were ready to go, so I ended up going home with Jill and her friend Maura. We played cards, music and talked for a few hours. What we didn't realize was that if you get back to the house at 2:00 and hang around for three hours the sun comes up. So the sun snuck up on us, Maura freaked out and fell asleep, and Jill and I walked to a nearby hill to watch the sunrise. Very cold feet (flip flops in the cold dew) but the world was looking very pretty out.

Jill gave me a ride to the train when we got back, which turned out to be an express train faster than driving into Boston. After a five minute layover and a muffin I was out on the 8:05 Lowell to West Medford. And much sleep.

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