Disco Nap, I love you.

In BA, I've learned that nothing gets kickin at night until at least 1 am. In the absence of something to do between the hours of 6 pm and 1 am, I have recently discovered the beauty of the Disco Nap.

What, you ask, is this amazing invention? Urban dictionary defines it as so:

"sleeping when ya got something goin' later on that you need to get ready for."

Taking advantage of the disco nap involves something like this:

Last night my roommates and I had plans with Amanda's cousin's wife's Dad's friend's son and his friend (she explained this to me several times and just had to repeat it for me again). After a trip to the grocery store, a chat with my fruit man and a session with CNN en espanol, I discovered that it was . . . 10 pm. With hours to spare before heading out, I curled up on my bed and shut my eyes. At 1 am, Amanda announced it was time to head out to meet the cousin's wife's Dad's friend's son. A few post-disco nap fist pumps and a change of clothes later and LISTO! I'm refreshed and ready to go out.

Of course we didn't get home until 5 a.m., so at the moment I could use a post-disco nap.

More soon! Miss you all a lot.

Julie