Fifteen minutes in line can feel like an hour. Four hours on a dance floor can feel like forty-five minutes.

You stop by an afters and somehow end up hosting the after afters.

People you've just met are sitting in your living room. Conversations start in one corner and pick up somewhere else.

The sun is coming through the windows. Someone goes out for more booze.

Outside, people are going about their Saturday.

Inside, someone just put on another record.