Sometimes, as the weekend’s headlights start to fade from view come Sunday night, I find myself unable to  let it go without a proper send off.  Last night for instance Greg, the lovely Claire and I went to see “Black Snake Moan” (hot hot HOT) and then retired to a local watering hole featuring “Operation night”.  As in the game “Operation”.  Remove the piece without setting the buzzer off and your drink was free.  After enjoying a round on the house there, we headed to Claire’s for an enlightening conversation over Grey Goose & orange juice.  

I begrudgingly walked home, and in one last middle finger raised to the coming work week, enjoyed a Heineken while watching a strange video and sending suggestive texts to certain hot redhead I’m rather keen on.

When 5:30 came around this morning, my hatred of the alarm was only tempered by my faith in a certain early morning ritual that always gets the day started right.

Alarm goes off.  Snooze button is hit.  2 No-Doze are popped.  I lay back down.  Alarm goes off again.  I’m up and feeling marginally awake.

How about you?  What’s the trick to jump starting your engine on a cold foggy morning?