Just so that I don't forget.

I went to a tiny bowling alley and met up with some friends [Anna had talked me into going out at 11 at night], and when we were finally kicked out, we wandered right into one of the loveliest snow storms I've ever seen. Everything was quiet and sparkling and still. We somehow found ourselves in a tiny diner, still open, along the way, and it felt like we had simply slipped into a different decade; Chuck Berry on the jukebox, counter-only seating, and a cook in a paper hat, flipping and frying away. We warmed ourselves with cups of coffee that materialized out of nowhere and piles of french fries and marched back out into the storm. At a nearby apartment, we played games and shared bottles of wine and talked until I realized that the sky was already brightening. I don't mind life sometimes, I really don't.