After Midnight

So I was in Roanoke this weekend. Without a set base of operations, these trips have taken on certain stream-of-consciousness aspects of late, particularly when dealing with my sleeping arrangements. Essentially, I tend to crash wherever I end up last. Good thing I'm not bar-hopping and falling asleep in the gutter on Church Avenue, huh?

Anyway, Saturday night I found myself at a poker game in Boones Mill, about 20 minutes south of Roanoke. Will was gracious enough to let me stay with Suzanne and him the night before, and was at the game, and said I could stay with them again. However, he called it a night around 11:30 and I was still going strong. Stuart said I could crash on the couch there at the game as well. However, when I effectively ended the game a little bit after 2:00 by busting Anthony (and there are those of you that know how much fun I had doing that) I was wide friggin' awake. No chance I was sleeping anytime soon.

So, what rational decision did I make? Around 2:30, I was starting out for my drive home. To Richmond. It made sense when I made the decision, but when I was screaming along with the CD that was playing and shaking about in my seat somewhere past Charlottesville in an effort to not fall asleep, I had to wonder. Not that I exactly needed the reminder, but one of the things about driving when no one else is on the road is that there's a reason why that is.

I'm a little tired today, and I can barely imagine why. *chuckle*