Daring to be....Me

It’s 9pm and I’m already snuggled into bed. My head is a bit fuzzy this evening. I’m not sure if it is due to language study this afternoon or the propane gas fumes which are filling my house this evening. Perhaps it’s a combination of both? Either way, I’m feeling “off.”

Right now the voices of men fill the air, kids are yelling down the alleyway, Persian music is muffled in the distance and dishes clank in the background. The neighbors threw a party this evening.

Currently things seem to be winding down next door (at least that’s what I’m hoping is taking place). At this point in time, it’s probably a pretty good assumption that I wasn’t invited to said party. I have to admit, though, that part of me is tempted just to walk over there and see what’s going on. But since this is CA (and the Ancient City, at that), and the party may very well consist of only men, I think I’ll just enjoy the festivities from the comfort of my own room. I’m pretty sure there will be other days for parties…ones to which I’m actually invited. Until then, may the sugar plum fairies dancing in my head lead me softly and sweetly into my dreams.

Good night, World. Good night.