some things never change

friday night i went to sleep as the sun was coming up. saturday i danced until 4:00 in the morning.

i am a party girl.

it's not something i take pride in. or something i like calling myself. it's just a fact. a cold, hard, guess-i-got-to-suck-it-up-and-deal-with-it fact.

i wish i was one of those people who do what they need to on the weekends. run errands or go on a hike - i can't even make my weekend dance class. i wish i was someone who wanted to stay home and snuggle up with a good book. i wish i was one half of one of those couples who are fine with just a nice quiet dinner. i wish i was one of those people who's ultimate goal it was to "settle down".

but alas i am not. i am someone who apparently lets my batteries run out before i would even consider powering down. and i try. i do! but there's just something in me. example:

after sleeping on bill's couch for 4 hours i planned to just chill out. but when spencer and jules texted me about a city wide scavenger hunt I was out of bed, showered, and out the door in 30 mins. After four hours running around the city with miller lights in hand checking off our list (my biggest contribution: kissing an attractive bartender) we ended up at murios. realizing that no one had eaten all day we decided to meet a bill's for pizza. we were all exhausted. and even though there was a great party that night i decided to take a cab home. but just as the cab approached my place i told the cabby there will be two stops and called susan and told her to come downstairs and get in.

i danced until four a.m.

that's just how i roll.

and i have to learn to be okay with that.