The alarm went off this morning and I rolled over and debated if I was still drunk. What I was feeling, however, was not the affects of alcohol, but rather sheer exhaustion. Sunday was spent painting Boyfriend's apartment and moving his things into mine. Packing, cleaning, painting, and unpacking—I didn't get into bed until late and fell asleep even later. I've never officially lived with a boy before and on his first official night, Boyfriend snored.I muted my alarm and closed my eyes. I could sleep another 10 minutes, I justified. I was so tired and today is a holiday. There's no traffic on holidays and I wouldn't have to leave until later. Only in the car I found myself battling for lanes as I would any other Monday. I've never seen traffic this heavy on a holiday, even if it is one where I have to work, I thought.
I arrived at work a shocking 10 minutes late—the exact time I allowed myself to sleep in. Confused, I told my story to the receptionist who informed me that today is in fact NOT Columbus Day. That's next Monday.
Well shit. I just slept in for no reason like I would have any other Monday.
2 comments:
You do realize, of course, that in the hierarchy of holidays Columbus Day really ranks near the very, very bottom. I think more government employees get Talk Like A Pirate Day and Steak & Blowjob Day off (and if not, they should.)
what's columbus day? is that real holiday or one of those made up ones?
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