Involuntary Passing

I was promised sleep. By myself, granted, but promised none the less. Its not that I wanted it...other than for my health. 6 days of post 1.5am unconsciousness had worn down my edges a bit. Frayed patterns were creeping into my vision from time to time. I didn't stop because i was having fun. That and I was quite excited to talk to her again whenever I could. We had been texting for hours. Funny things and others (possibly) laced w/subtext. Whos to say w/text conversations? The best you can hope for is to amuse and endear. The worst is to offend and alienate.
I felt like the evening was progressing favorably. F and I were wandering our Nic. neighborhood for beers and burgers and then further down for red jax for the vodka I had @ home...and then further down for more vodka when we both remembered that C and the two of us had severely crippled the original cache the night before. I think i saw an old HS friends brother taking a break from his apartment cleaning job. Last time I saw him, some 12 years ago, he was going to kick my ass for "taking his woman." I had "taken" her to her family in her home town about 5 hours away because he was an abusive drunk who couldn't stay out of jail. I didn't feel the need to talk to him about old times and i don't think he recognized me. At least i didn't get anything sharp jabbed into my squishy bits so I had to assume he didn't.
Ran into J and R outside the liquor store. R had some tasty Canadian beer and gave me my geo lesson for the day. Whats the only US city thats actually north of a Canadian city? I didn't know either :)
F and I had lively conversation on the way back. The text thread had wound itself indelibly into the walking and talking. It was so easy and comfortable. A very enjoyable sensation for a beautiful summer(esque) evening. We made it back to home base at about quarter to 10 and settled down for some serious burned tv watching. I made us drinks that turned out to be very near the stomach turning, floor spitting variety of the prior nights study in grossoutology. That weeks theme happened to be "1/4 of drinkable beer w/slyly inserted cigarette." I was lucky i was out on the porch when i spit that one out. This weeks theme of "poorly recognized DIET energy drink mixed w/excessive amounts of slightly shiver inducing vodka" wasn't quite as horrible. Still unfortunate when you take a big gulp since you don't notice the awful truth for a few seconds. Oh, that aftertaste!
I made it upstairs and brushed and comfy by 11.42. The texting had continued, unabated and there was some ideas being batted around about meeting up @ 1am. As I lay in the darkness on my back, hands folded across my stomach and phone in hand, awaiting the next conversational morsel, I started to drift. Time seemed to stretch and bow between each buzz. I contemplated mentioning the fact that I now had to close one eye to text back but figured I would be fine...
It was 3.54am. My phone was halfway across my king sized (an ocean for those of you who haven't spent any time in one) I had a voice mail and a text message waiting for me. Anyone who knows me knows well that this is not a situation I find myself in often. I would have loved to go out!
It was 6.33 am and I woke w/a smile. I felt refreshed and happy and ready for a truly adventurous weekend. Its amazing what an extra hour and a bit can do for your sense of well being. Next time...I promise...ill meet you and sleep when im dead...