Feeling 25

I was in the mood to play pool with a cold beer for the past couple of days. I am nowhere near good at pool but I still found myself in the mood to play. And I did just that last night, but not as I imagined. Although I did have a good time.

We double dated and were headed for a greasy burger but found ourselves in the Cuban restaurant Cabana @ Forest Hills at 11pm. Past midnight we were full (this is the latest dinner I ever had), feeling the effects of the delicious coconut mojito, & finishing off dessert and the pitcher of sangria. 1am rolls around and we are at PLAY to play some pool. I don't know how 2 games ended up to be 3 games, me playing the worst ever (yet laughing a lot), and getting home a little after 3am.

Needless to say, Joaquin overslept and got to work dumb late, and I woke up at 1pm trying to justify the much needed sleep since I felt a cough coming on. No actually, the cough is there. Boo.

The impromptu plans, nice dinner, pool hall, and staying out late reminds me since I work so hard Mon-Fri and pay bills, I need a weekend to remind me I am still 25.