january 11 in twenty-seven

I am rarely out past eleven anymore on weekends, if I even go out at all. But today I slept in until two in the afternoon and then met a friend for dinner, so I was already out and decided to go out to the bar. I had only three drinks over the course of the entire evening, but it was a nice time regardless. Not my usual scene and not my usual people, but maybe that's not a bad thing. I made it home at 2:30. I think I would do it again. Just maybe not for several weeks.