and when the samba played the sun would set so high ring through my ears and sting my eyes

by mg at 07:34 AM on January 26, 2003

The first all-nighter of my graduation education and, like most of the all-nighters of my undergraduate education, it had nothing to do with class.

To be fair, I did have class yesterday morning. So far my Friday 8:30 A.M. and Saturday 9:30 AM classes aren’t treating me so badly. Sure, it’s only the start of the second week of the semester, but I was certain I’d have overslept at least one, most likely both, of those mornings. But, yesterday, tired as I’ve been all week, I made it onto campus with enough time to spare for me to pop into Dunkin’ Donuts and pick up special #1 (two donuts, any variety, and a medium coffee, lots of sugar and lots of crème).

After class I had a late brunch with some old high school pals. After that very long meal I headed home aiming for a little quality midday naptime. Unfortunately, I ended up grocery shopping and cleaning house, two things I hadn’t done in a solid two weeks. I can’t complain about missing my siesta, since I really needed to clean (the dust bunny in my bedroom had become a warren) and shop (I could house a warren of real bunnies without having to remove any of the “food” inside).

When party time rolled around, I hit Manhattan for dinner and drinks with some pretty cool people. After dinner, we stopped for more drinks. And then some more drinks. And then some more drinks. At some point in the night they decided it was time to pop my karaoke cherry.

I fought, but I was drunk and tired. I didn’t think I’d have a good time, but as Love Shack started up, I was wearing next to nothing and hot as an oven. We ended up closing the bar down (also the first time I’ve done that since college), and headed to Odessa for more drinks (milk shakes this time).

Finally, I headed back home sweet home. I walked into my door at the exact second my alarm clock, still set at the same time to wake me the morning before, was going off again for this morning. Seriously, the exact same time. It was spooky.

And, as dead tired as I am, I felt the need to sit down and document this, because it’s highly unlikely I’ll have much recollection of the night. Now, about 25 hours since I woke up Saturday morning, I’m going to go lie down. Hopefully I haven’t forgotten how to sleep.