Late Nights

I've been trying to connect with a friend of a cousin of a DC friend (or something like that), and finally made contact yesterday.  She said she was going out with friends for dinner, and that they would be going out afterwards and maybe we could meet up then.  So I went with Pablo and had dinner a block away from the place where they were meeting, and around 1AM got a text message that they had finished dinner and were heading to Congo, the bar/club.  As there was significant wait when we went to dinner, around 11, we were still eating at 1 and didn't finish until 1:30 or so.  

The point of this story is that things happen very, very late here.  And I was fried by 1:30, no way I could keep up a conversation in Spanish in a loud bar, especially with someone I've never met.  So I went home, on the one hand feeling old, on the other telling myself it's perfectly reasonable to be tired at 2AM and not want to go out.

The restaurants don't even open for dinner until 9:30 or 10, and there's almost always a line at midnight.  We had to wait 45 minutes tonight for a table, from 11 to 11:45, it's 2AM now and I just got home.

I'll write about today's frisbee game and the late-night bike ride tomorrow.