Rites of Passage: Late Night Denny's

Late night Dennys. Its a rite of passage from high school to adulthood. After a night of debauchery, Moons over My Hammy or the Classic Burger are just must-haves. When body is intoxicated with alcohol or the rush of dancing all night, there is biological need to wind down and replay the events of a few hours.

Carlsbad Dennys is where I sit this 2:28 in the morning. Cousin Jason is sleeping in the car right now. He's wearing my sleep mask and bundled up in thin mini-blankets. I feel a little bad. I asked him if he wanted to go with me to Carlsbad for a short trip. He's going to run the 1/2 marathon. He's crazy.

Earlier we were at sushi bar watching waitresses stripper-pole and belly dancing. This was my debauchery for the night. Hanging out, snacking on Philadelphia rolls, and catching up with the female situation with cousin. This ritual of going out to a nice restaurant, then to a club, then to back to Dennys--Its an American Tradition.

The lady in front of me seems tired. She has her head leaning the window. She has the Bobble-Head disease. Symptoms: Eyes heavy, an occasional snore erupts, head falls forward and back. Bobble-head disease is a struggle. This battle against fatigue is a losing one. Too much to drink and not enough sleep, I guess.

I look to my left. A group of four talks about the events of the night. I hear ". . .schnapps, rum and coke, and grabbing my . . . " Laughter burst erupts from the table. Ah!!! the smell of Kaluha, Sex on the beach, and vomit. Yummy.

A scantily dressed lady saunters in. Ahhh, Tight skirt, black high heeled boots, and purple hair. You see all types, at midnight Denny's. Wait, that person has an extremely large adam's apple. Her adams apple seems extremely large. Her hands, too. I was wrong, not a lady. I have seen worse. I have seen better, too.

Table to the right. Hip hop dressed crowd. Two guys on the left, a bunch of Wiggas. Wanna-be, wait, that is not fair. I don't if they are compensating for the lack of African-American-ness or they just dress like because they lost a bet.

You may ask what does this have to do with Heroism. I don't know either. No, the Valkyries would bring the fallen heroes to the great hall. In the great hall, they would drink, debauch, and the die in the noble cause. To do it again, the next night, and next . . . until Ragnarok. It is a reminder that we are all human and we need a night out to just remember we are human. People need to play.

Well, a night of blogging looks complete. I need to wake in a couple of hours to volunteer at the marathon. Its just another midnight at Denny's.