Our Unrenewable Youth

Bevan, Chris and Kelly oh-so-wisely called it a night after dinner but for whatever reason Dan, Steve and I seem hellbent on trying to renew our unrenewable youth as of late so we trekked all the way from the Ferry Building to the Castro for a nightcap (read: gay dance party) at The Café. Now it's almost one o'clock in the morning and I'm sitting at the kitchen island mere bites away from polishing off a whole loaf of olive bread that I snagged from the discount rack at Safeway on my way home from the bar. My alarm clock is set to go off in four hours because we have to get my fam to the airport so I'm gonna set the olive loaf aside and shut my eyes now.