Nothing good happens after 2am?

So, I'm not really the going out type.  I'll go out with friends on occasion, but mostly, I like staying in, reading books, listening to records, watching movies, drinking (not too heavily -- don't worry) alone.  So, Friday night started out a typical night for me: reading some Camus essays, enjoying a glass of Jameson.  And then a friend from work texted, and she and some friends were going to play pool.  I suck at pool.  I don't like doing things I suck at.  I don't like pool.  But, I haven't been out-out in a long time.  I haven't been out to a dive bar since I moved to Northern California, so I went.  I drank some more Jameson, watched drinks, watched an awful 80s rock cover band in wigs, watched people play pool, watched people, who are so so so so so entertaining, especially when they're trying to put the best version of themselves on display for others.  The little things they do, adjusting their clothes, looking at other people but trying not to get caught, trying to look so cool so people will like them.  So amusing.  I love people.  Of course, I mean, I was doing those same things, and maybe someone else in the bar was watching me with amusement.  But, somehow, I doubt this.  As much as I love people, and as much as I will deny it to your face, I think I'm special.  Anyway, the bar stopped serving around 1:15, and we all packed up and left, heading back to my friend's apartment.  Some of her friends stopped by the store to pick up more alcohol and food.  And this is where the love comes in.  One of her friends bought eggs and potatoes and avocados and jalapenos, and when we got back to my friend's place, she cooked a huge meal for like 8 people, hash browns and scrambled eggs with veggies and jalapenos and avocados.  It was so delicious.  I love breakfast anytime, but breakfast at three in the morning with a belly full of whiskey might be one of the more delicious things ever.  She wouldn't let me help, so that's a bummer, but still... love.