Tagged: Breakfast
Never underestimate breakfast
- by Alyson Shane
I knew a guy once who went to a music festival. After a night of partying, still awake, he was ready to crawl into bed when another, more seasoned friend said
“hey man, I’m going for breakfast. You should come.”
The guy, ragged and tired and worn-out and beaten up from a cocktail of unmentionables consumed from early in the night to late into the morning, said
“nah man, I’m just going to grab a nap. I’ll meet up with you later”
And the other guy said
“seriously. You should come for breakfast.”
But my friend stayed behind. He dozed and spent a few difficult hours grasping at the idea of sleep.
Eventually he gave up and headed back to the festival, still feeling rough and ragged but not wanting to waste the golden opportunity to party and dance and listen to music in another city.
There was the other guy looking bright-eyed and bushy tailed and in as perfect health as someone who is on a festival-induced bender can reasonably look.
My friend stood there, red solo cup full of beer in hand, nursing his hair of the dog and trying to rub the circles out from under his eyes.
The other guy looked at him and said
“You should have come for breakfast.”
