Extracting the Noise from the Signal

thisistheglamorous:

Tom Waits - The Heart of Saturday Night
marychrist:nickdrake

I just back from meeting up with someone I haven’t talked to or seen in a long time.  We both caught up after being quiet for the last four or so months that seem to have drifted by.  We’ve both been through some rough spots and some high spots in that time.  It was nice to get out since due to a myriad of reasons I’ve had to cut down my fun time significantly.  It was nice just to talk without fear of judgement or reaction and be honest.  We decided it was time to wrap it up and go to our respective homes when I started talking about waking up with someone.

When I’m with someone I truly want to be with and we end up in the same bed asleep I purposely wake myself up early so I can watch them sleep a little bit before they wake up.  Really, it’s the only moment most people have where there is nothing to worry about and nothing to interfere.  You’re just there safe and hopefully a little warm but not too warm.  It’s the sleep you have that is out of REM but fully relaxed so your breaths are small and unrushed.  Your body is getting ready to wake up and so your body is naturally still.  And when they do wake up, there is almost always a smile that I wouldn’t trade for anything.  To be blunt, to wake up with a woman (or man, whatever is your case) who cares about you and you care about them and to see that smile is the most amazing thing in the world.

Well, I made my friend cry which made me cry and here is this fat, drunk, bald guy with a bad beard crying because this tiny, drunk woman is now crying and we’re in this neighborhood bar that really isn’t used to crying.  The absurdity of it all made me start laughing and I literally yelled out, “time to WRAP.  THIS.  SHIT.  UP!”

So, to come home and find this song on my tumblr dashboard sort of capped the night perfectly.  Plus, I’m drunk for the first time in awhile and my inner collegiate is fist-pumping right now, my brain is telling me I’m a dumb motherfucker for drinking, and my head is swirling because it is not used to the booze.  Bottom shelf gin and the thought of beautiful girls smiling in the morning sun for the win.

I think the world needs more of this.