So I just got back from my buddy's birthday party. I had made plans to get out of work a couple of hours early so I could head down there and be social for a spell, not too many chances of that these days, and I was really looking forward to it. Things didn't quite work out as planned and I got swamped at the job leaving late rather than early. I show up just as things are winding down, and everybody is in the slow haze of a good evening just past, the drunken conversations not making as much sense as they did earlier but a helluva lot funnier. I have a beer as a few more people filter out and even the birthday boy calls it quits while people are still packing it up. Stuff is everywhere and the few of us left start a meandering pick up but interest quickly peters out.
Eventually I find myself alone, surrounded by the aftermath of a party that I essentially missed.
I didn't mind though. I kept picking up and it reminded me of the holidays and the times I wanted to do something nice for my Mom but couldn't afford anything fancy. So I would clean the house while she was asleep, she being a very tidy and fastidious kind of lady. She loved that kind of thing. It meant a lot to her that I did that, and she would gush about what a nice job I had done. I think my friend is the kind of person that would also appreciate that kind of thing.
While I was reminiscing, picking up this and that, bringing things inside, tidying up here and there, I found that I had completely cleaned his kitchen. I'm not sure if he's gonna be weirded out or not, I'm not sure if I'd be weirded out, but I'm not sure if it matters.
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