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This was what my night was like, except that weird looking guy wasn't hanging out with us.

I don’t know if I’m over compensating or if it was just a coincidence, but the weekend after I posted a pitiful entry about how all I do is sit at home and on-line shop on friend’s bridal registries, I found myself drinking a beer at 4 a.m. on State Street wondering how long it was going to take me to walk home.

It all started at the Coat, well really it started at the Stockpot, where I picked up a random shift to help out a friend. When got out at 11 p.m., I sucked down a delicious sangria and headed to the Coat for my friend, Ian’s birthday party. As soon as I walked in the door it became clear I had some catching up to.

The place was packed and as smoky as ever. I joined the birthday boy crew at the table we always sit at for birthdays or special occasions. It took forever to get my first beer, but after that, the waitresses kept ‘em coming. This proved to be my downfall at last call when I ordered another Smithwicks when I still had a full one in front of me. By the time we got kicked out of the bar, I was inviting the birthday boy and his girlfriend over to another friend’s house for a little after hours party.

Many, many beers later, I find myself standing on the stoop of a State Street apartment building debating the finer points of the Iraq war over a 12 oz. PBR that won’t seem to go down. Oh my.

When I got up the next day with plans to head to Boston, I felt like I had walked 60 miles across a desert and somehow landed in my bed with part of that desert still dwelling in my mouth. Why the hell did I stay out so late, I thought. What is wrong with me?

I don’t know about you, but there is a part of me that wonders, if I’ll always have this urge to stay up late, drinking far longer than I should or even want to, talking semantics or politics or whatever until my voice is horse and my tongue dry?

I don’t know and since I have no kids, I don’t care. I suspect it will be a long time before I see the sun rise again, but at least I know that I can sting hang with the best of them. Screw this being old crap, for now anyway.