This is what we do for fun

It's a funny moment when you realize that you (and most people around you) start turning in early on Friday nights with the hope of hearing that alarm go off at 5:30AM Saturday morning. Especially when you consider that there was a time (not so very long ago) when I would be just heading for home at 5:30 Saturday morning.

That must be why, every 5:30AM, bleary-eyed, set-the-alarm-clock-in-the-other-room-so-you-have-to-get-up-to-turn-it-off morning Marcel asks the rhetorical question, "Tell me again, are we really doing this for fun?"

At 6AM, when we are passing all the stumbling party-goers headed for home and munchies, I think so. Especially when our train neighbors fall asleep on the train and end up on the other side of the country. Literally. See case study below:

Two hours, one birthday pastry, two mimosas and one gondola ride later, I no longer think so. I KNOW we do this for fun. Hands down. No question about it.