What could keep you up....

It's Saturday night. You know you've earned it to go get yourself a drink.

You get dressed. You put on that little black dress.

"I thought you'd like to wear jeans.. the pair I bought for you..."

You then change into that pair of blue jeans, comb your hair, put on some lipstick, stick your handphone into your jeans pocket, stick your ID into your other pocket.

Hah! Where's your ID?! It's sitting in the top drawer of your desk... It's downtown. And you're not.

So much for Saturday night, so much for leaving the office in a hurry to make sure you have a Saturday night.

I stayed in. Steve went out.