Getting Old

When I was a wee one, staying up all night was all sorts of fun. Watch Animal Planet until midnight, play Sims with my friends until two, come up with new food concoctions at four, watch the sunrise, sleep until two. It was a fabulous system.

Sometimes, when I think back on those days, I forget I'm not twelve anymore. And now...sleeping is the new staying up.


I conveniently forgot that Friday night, when I thought staying up to watch the sunrise would be magical. It didn't start out that way; I just didn't realize how late it was until the Proactiv infomercial came on.

At that point it was 3 a.m., and I figured, why not?

But no. Those two hours between 3 and 5 a.m. are critical. I hit a roller coaster array of highs and lows at that point. It was rough. Especially after the coffee.

You know how it is. On normal days, when you sleep, coffee feels good and cozy in your system. When you haven't slept at all? It just amplifies the slap-happy and the being cold.

(I hope that happens to other people too?)

Anyway, it was on my bucket list to watch the sun rise overlooking the entire city.

I dragged my boyfriend. He had been up all night with his friends, too, so it was totally acceptable to convince him to go with me at five in the morning.

Bucket list item number 27? Check.

Ignore the grainy-ness of the photo. And the fact that we look like zombies.

Pretty, right? This town has certainly grown on me.

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