Ok so I found two other people who went to the party last night so I didn’t have to go alone, however, I forgot one slight disadvantage to going to a party. A disadvantage which I’d completely forgotten…leaving.

Yep, that’s right there I was a belly full of beef and fries sloshing around in two beers and it hit me. We left to go to the party at 10pm, by the time I got my food it was 11:45pm, by the time I was settling back in my chair it was 12:15am and I was ready for bed.

My mistake might have been the two beers (four would have kept me awake, none certainyl wouldn’t have made me sleepy but two…that’s like the magic number for a good night’s sleep). Combine that with a string of late - by my standards - nights and early - by everyone’s standards - mornings and all I really wanted to do was sleep.

The problem was that the party was quite a ways away from the hotel and I had paid for the cab ride out on the understanding that the person I was with would pay for the ride back. She, however, had more than two beers and was ready to dance the night away.

I sat there weighing the draw of my bed to the $10 extra I would have to pay if I left early and, in some bizzare psychological experiment I was able to assign a dollar value to my time. I think I’m like a taxi though, the cost of my time goes up after midnight. Anyway, after midnight $10 will get you exactly seven minutes of my time which means that if I spend an hour with you after midnight I’m basically saying that you are worth more to me than $85.71 (US).