Hope is hearing the melody of the future. Faith is to dance to it. ~R. Alves

For two nights in a row, I have been awake for nearly 24 hours.  If that makes any sense.  Because I haven’t been up for 72 hours.  But very nearly, if I hadn’t taken the odd hour-or-two nap throughout the day.

I took off work Friday – on purpose – because I knew I would be staying up all that night, and quite frankly, I didn’t want to get up at 5am on Friday, work all day, and then hang out with teenagers all evening – with no sleep.

Instead, I went to bed at 6am on Friday morning.  Yeah, genius.

It was worth it, though.  LilBro, BritBoy and I went out after youth group (as is our wont), enjoyed some live music at one of our regular haunts (this was actually surprising, because typically on Thursday nights, the live music… well… leaves a lot to be desired.  But both LilBro and I were astonished that we were actually diggin’ the music instead of merely raggin’ on it).

Then we went to the 12:10am showing of Dark Knight.  Yep.

I’ll attempt to restrain my comments (well acted – of course, I’m rather biased in terms of Gary Oldman and Christian Bale, and then every knows about what’shisname who played the Joker – but very… ah… brutal.  That caught me off guard).  However, I will mention that people are… interesting.  The multitude of folk in Joker face paint, I can understand.  But the guy dressed in a penguin suit?  Seriously?  He looked like he’d be more at home at the premier of, say, Happy Feet.

Then we decided to get some breakfast afterwards (the film is 2 hours 40 min long, not counting previews).

Don’t get me wrong – it was a lot of fun.  I couldn’t believe I made it until 6am.

Not to mention the making it until 8am the next morning after only about 6 hours of sleep spread out across the day.  That was fun – hanging out the kids, playing silly games, bringing back the ultimate game of Sports!, laughing and swapping stories with LilBro and DrummerDude whilst El Capitan brought down the hammer on a couple of yahoos (smoking… inside the church… where we’ll be walking by… ok, they mightn’t be the brightest 14-year-olds of the bunch, but seriously… inside the church?).

Yes, it was fun.

But all this male-bonding, while delightful and to no end entertaining (especially since I seem to get the brunt of the teasing), makes me realize that perhaps I need to find some girl friends.

I’ll do it, as soon as they can promise me there won’t be any drama.

Or am I asking too much?