Weaks after Weeks

It's the people chatting that resonates with me. My mind floats atop the air,  adrift among the laughter. Everyone is deep in their own, little or massive lives. Here I was just enjoying a cold, blonde lager. No one knew me or even cared and  I was OK with that. I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of the many dishes clanking, inaudible chatter and the food inquisitions. Inside of all the chaos, was simplicity. Just another vibrant Saturday night with dim brown, and red lights. No more work for the weak/week. No more responsibility to our underpaid jobs. None of us had to wake up the next morning on a schedule to be at a place at a certain time. Well, maybe someone did, but they sure as hell didn't show it. Tonight was our night. We damn well didn't own the night, it owned us. It knew and knew we would be there . Weeks after weeks with friends and acquaintances, ordering drinks, dancing, dressing up and putting on cologne or perfume. We all needed the break. We all needed a moment where we could breathe in the tobacco scented air and drink the dark bitters. Somehow that made us feel better.

You could say that we knew what tomorrow would bring. Sleeping the day away, making love in the morning sunlight, wretched hangovers or visiting church for others. But none of that mattered tonight. Not that it was special or that anything particularly was happening, It was simply another Saturday night. It could be June or October and it still wouldn't matter. This was the night that everyone, everywhere can just be. We could  be a little more real, we wanted to be real. We all yearned for it. No more career masks or fake smiles. No more Stressful deadlines that drove us completely mad.  No more expectations that were entirely unrealistic. Here was different. Here was the difference.  Here was a cool gasp of air that filled our lungs and filled us with life!  This was a recharge station for the week/weak to come. We  really  exist here  and that was OK. That is what was needed.