Aftermath

The morning after the night before:
who woulda thought that life
could become so carefree,
so chock full of randomness?

We're halfway through this weekend
& it seems that we've already
gone past the point of rescue,
we stumble out of bed,
as hungover as one can be.

Oh well.
It's time to start over,
turn a new leaf.
Tonight's craziness will never equal
last night's.

How did we make it through
this morning unscathed?
Beats me.
It surprises me still
how we can go on with
our routines as usual
after such mayhem,
such wildness.

But may the truth be known:
we'll never quite top the fun we had
last night & that's a fact
we can't deny.